There is one thing in this world which you must never forget to do. If you forget everything else and not this, there is nothing to worry about, but if you remember everything else and forget this, then you will have done nothing in your life.

It is as if a king has sent you to some country to do a task, and you perform a hundred other services, but not the one he sent you to do. So human beings come to this world to do particular work. That work is the purpose, and each is specific to the person. If you don’t do it, it’s as though a knife of the finest tempering were nailed into a wall to hang things on.

For a penny an iron nail could be bought to serve for that.

Remember the deep root of your being, the presence of your lord. Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments. If you don’t, you will be like the one who takes a precious dagger and hammers it into his kitchen wall for a peg to hold his dipper gourd. You will be wasting valuable keenness and foolishly ignoring your dignity and your purpose.


This is why I paint.

This is why I bother.

This is why I get up in the morning


lots of times

putting paint to bord

pen to paper

foot in front of foot….

when voices try

to tell me

there’s really no point.

…There is point

And it is this

I get to.

It is my task

My assignment.

It is in this




that I live out my bit of what I carry

using my tools for that which they are designed

most brilliantly.

I get to perform this purpose;

knives to carve-

nails to hang-


-hearts to melt.

And just keeping on trying to not let anyone get burned~

in love.