1. Listen to what you know instead of what you fear.

And think not you can Direct the course of love, 

For love, If it finds you worthy, Directs your course...

Old Stuff....

There is a river somewhere at the end of the ocean following listlessly the curves of the hill that stand as spectators among the many contours and colours that befall it. There is an answer…..there is! I call out to that river---I call out in vain sometimes……But sometimes in those moments when realities and dreams meet, at the crossroads, in that gray area of absolute consciousness, I listen and I pause…..The answer is there---just palpable yet far enough for it to evade me……


I search and I sigh…I let myself be totally obscured from everything sometimes. I make attachments and I break them…..another paralysis of the heart!. Old memories thread their way into new ones like tapestries and carve out a lonely, beautiful pattern; rainbows, stars, even volcanoes sometimes and then ashes…..ashes over a grave..But flowers too….at least the remains of a day….of a lifetime…..ashes and flowers mix well!


So today I write disjointedly for a friend I have never seen. But then, is he not like the answer in my dream?----right there yet not within reach…….so write…..on love maybe? But no….everything has been written on love---love’s labour lost----so then what? Maybe on life….exhaustive meanderings into fields of gold…gold that glitters yet fool you too…it’s a mirage…its another dream…So why not write on dreams…oh yeah…..somewhere in a dream we are all knights and princesses…waiting to be rescued by one another…wanting to blame the evil forces for our short comings----the princess feels so alone; so tarnished by the hopelessness of it…by the being and nothingness……as when you wake up you find that knights compromise….princesses accept and the evil forces flourish. Sometimes, even, they are all one and the same…no distinctions among their role…shades of gray….so sad!

But hey….dream on my little one…I want you to dream on.all is well with the world. Cinderella does find her prince….beauty captures the beast with love……there is always a rebirth! I want you to believe in dreams …I want you to wake up feeling hope….I want you, my little one, to be all you can be-----all this world would let you be-----I have just you my little one…..all my little ones….all the forthcoming generations…I do not have hope but I want you to have it…this is my leap of faith…putting faith in the future…..we are not dust, we are magic. We might think sometimes there is not a dragon left. Not, one brave knight, not a single princess gliding through secret forests enchanting deer and butterflies with her smile….What a pleasure to be wrong…….we have changed costumes but deep down we are still the same waiting for that ending…..happily ever after….so dream on…..dream away….DREAM FREE!!!


--- how fortunate are you and I, whose home


is timelessness..we who have wandered down


from fragrant mountains of eternal now…..


to frolic in sweet mysteries as birth


a death a day (or maybe even less!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)