Wondering about Wondering

Tramgirl has been wondering about wondering. Wondering, pondering and exploring what it is to wonder.

‘What is it all about?’ she asked me while I was painting her.

‘Ummmm..so much. Let me see. About loving, about sharing, about understanding, about pain, about joy, about hating, about snoozing, about longing, about eating, about wishing, about being so upset that you can’t speak, about finally speaking, about wanting to be somewhere else, about being EXACTLY where you are, about being red-faced. Being embarrassed and not knowing why. About knowing why and that knowing why, killing off the magic of life. About laughing, about vomiting, about being horny, about silent moments.
About nothing.
About creation.
About making it all up on the spot and trusting whatever you say will be the thing to say. About being unleashed, like a dog. About being a dog. Woof.’

Tramgirl looked at me with a look.
I continued…
‘About eyes, about noses, about feet, about legs, about arms, about sandwiches, about soup, about miso, about pasta, about noodles, about hair, long beautiful hair, shiny, gleamy, steaming, flaxen, waxen, give me down to there, long beautiful hair. Hair. Hair! Hair!’

Tramgirl run out of the room and run quickly back wearing her purple tie-dye hair t-shirt that she’s had in a box since 94. Smelt like incense.

‘Remember this?’ She asked me spinning round.

Tramgirl then stopped and looked me deeply in the eyes and said.

‘Maybe, just maybe its all about the questions.’

Thank you Krishnamurti