An Empire of Painters and Poets.
A Region of Philosophers and Photographers.
A land of Monks and Holy men and women where war is never studied, rumors of deceit are derelict.
A Kingdom with no need of arms.
A Government ruled by compassion, laws born of vision and spirit.
Moral conduct based on acceptance not exclusion, thought not action.
A place where one is not greater than the whole and the whole is not more important than the one.
There is no place to be taught, given a skill, or even told a format, but many homes where one is helped to discover their own and then dared to locate, if any, and explore the limits of such.
Farmer Philosophers, Educator and Confectioner in one.
Poet fisherman, Holy men and women overseeing the keeping of the history.
I woke up wishing I could go back to sleep.
©Christopher F. Brown 2009
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