Mr. Facade and Mr. Giving

​Mr. Façade was a peculiar bloke
Inside he was just made of smoke
Rising from the raging fire
Of his designer desire 

His never ending task
Was to hang on to his mask

Poor Mr. Façade
​

One day, going for his designer stroll

He met Mr. Giving, who in contrast to him, had perfect self-control

Mr. Façade was intrigued.

‘I don’t wish to take your time,’ said Mr. Façade

‘You cannot take my time I am offering it to you,’ said Mr. Giving
​

​and, little did he know, but all would be well
for Mr. Giving was as clear as a bell

“little Miss Triangle
can balance on the sun
just for fun
on Thursdays
in the magic mind”

said Mr. Giving

“and if the mind turns nasty
like an abstract cat
the mouse can escape 
without the aid of a single fact
just by being real, 
naked to the world,
and not just a silly act”
​

“Really, naked?”

asked Mr. Façade

('the messy body
of the maybe baby
feeling very silly
looking down 
at that funny little willy?'
thought Mr. Façade
'am I going a bit crazy here?'
wondered Mr. Façade)

“No, to just be as real 
as how you feel
that is being naked to the world

​and it is a return to the wonder of the baby

here is no need to be the body
there are symbols 
where mind and matter meet

there are stone circles
marking the mysteries of the past
​

​there are monuments 
made of poems and prayers
so that the truth will last”

said Mr. Giving

Mr. Giving was happy to see that Mr. Façade was smiling, pleasantly mystified.
This would be the beginning of a long and faithful friendship on the path to truth.

​
I offer this for your reflection

Ajahn Kalyāno
http://www.openthesky.co.uk