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  have you seen the horizon lately?
  Written by Kathleen Menzies

"Make a numbered list of sadness in your life. Pile up stones corresponding to those numbers. Add a stone each time there is a sadness. Burn the list and appreciate the mount of stones for its beauty. Make a numbered list of happiness in your life. Pile up the stones corresponding to those numbers. Add a stone each time there is a happiness. Compare the mount of stones to the one of sadness."

I remember how excited I was on my trip to the Fruitmarket Gallery, Edinburgh, to view Have You Seen The Horizon Lately? It was early days in my Yoko fandom, yet I felt I would come to love her work and that she would open my eyes and mind wider even than her late husband had. Of course, he was to thank for introducing us, via Revolution #9! I knew I HAD to go to see her work for real in order that I might truly experience the power it contained. After all, audience participation was and is the glass key to open our sky.

No more so than in Cleaning Piece/River Bed.

The clinical fresh-white walls of the gallery could not contain the power of Yoko's thought. They served only to increase the Zen-like mentality that comes from beleiving oneself able to trasfer personal emotions through a stone. That you might charge this dull inanimate object with your feelings in order that they become something more spiritual and healing than any drug? This was certainly seductive. I had no paper so had to make a mental list which I could later watch burn in my mind's eye. (Well, I thought Yoko would forgive this idea!) After careful consideration I chose my stone, walking slowly around the room with it's weight in my hand, letting myself be led to the Mounds of Sorrow and of Joy. Which was my stone to represent? Of course, it was easier to find sorrows. It is harder yet infinitely more desirable, to let go of sorrow. After all, we can often lose ourselves in thoughts of lifes happy times. How often do we try to ignore or repress its pain?

Yet Yoko was telling me that I could transform negative sorrow via positive thought. Low and insistent, she suggested I might imagine and believe myself to have done so.

Quietly, I placed the first stone down as Yoko's Mound of Sorrow become my own.

Others around me were stepping on the faded faces of the dead, contemplating stretched Vertical Memories or watching JohnandYoko rise high into the clouds in their hot air balloon. The imaginary flames slowly licked my paper until its edges curled into orange-black, surrounding me in an illusory smoke that cooled and was gone forever. As I felt the power of conception dawn on my soul I smiled, somehow feeling that somewhere, Yoko was smiling at me too.


Toilet Thoughts by Yoko Ono
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