Birds are returning to their nests. Parrots mostly. Eleventh Moon is shining in Taurus just above my head. Sounds of prayers from nearby temples and mosques.
The granary has expanded a bit. Not as much as needed yet. I picked up the scrapped grass and threw it away. A trolley full of pigeon pea is resting before me to be unloaded here.
The conversation with Nadine was uplifting yesterday. Semantics, delusion and further delusions: then their shattering one by one has been the story of my Odyssey here on WordPress. While the poet of highest order disappeared and wouldn’t resurface no matter what: another fish in the cave seems to want to swim to that side of shore. And yet another won’t change her profile picture even after four years. Or has it been lesser. They create black holes. Then bit of scaling. Then return to black holes.
If this Faatima was that Faatima: she won’t believe that one morning in 2016 i hardly had anything else but her words to hang onto. Some scarecrow images. And her words as unicorn images of a safe haven which leads me where?
Here! This is the culmination of all my searches. All my seeking and journey. Nectar of immortality. Don’t tell them they would banish us. Then there is three of us…four of us… countless trillions of us…how lovely to be nobody…
How fluid to watch the dance and play the game.
Dancing light of grace 
Woah…. this is neat. Can’t tell if it’s positive or negative, though it seems to include my other blog’s name. Sorry I haven’t been around here for a day… there is just a lot going on offline. A lot of the mundane, yet it is still important to me and my family. And now I’m off for a class, and household tasks. So will be absent a while again. Have a great day
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Have a great day yourself 😃
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p.s. and are you referring to yourself, the poet of the highest order? as in no profile photo??? 🤨🙂
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No. It was for Aakriti Kuntal as used by some literature magazine. 🙂
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Awesome thanks!! will look them up! 😃👍
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Her Instagram disappeared just a few days ago. I had barely made couple of comments when it happened though I don’t think my comments were the reason. You can read her poetry on “Writings of Aakriti Kuntal,” on WordPress. That honor(The Poet of Highest Order) was used by some reputable magazine published online. She’s a kinda mystery gal. You remember gal power. 😃😂
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Gal power… nice, quoting me back to me, and this time accurately. 🙂 Well, I’m very sorry to hear about disappearance from IG… or maybe rather not. Sometimes it’s just what a person needs. I can certainly understand it.
When you refer to black holes above… it can feel negative…. don’t ever underestimate your own power. I know I did, when I used to comment on strangers accounts, and yet I later learned myself that the smallest negative comment can feel like it represents the majority. Even when I was being sincere and meant it as constructive.
But I guess the most successful people who survive all that professionally learn that it’s impossible, absolutely impossible to respond to everybody. There are only so many hours in a day.
That said, sometimes comments from unknown entities can feel scary and we wonder what the real motive is. I guess you can probably relate. Anyway, thanks for the reply. 😊
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No. I had commented on her WordPress blog posts with genuine appreciation before. I made it known to her. It wasn’t stalking or trolling. Black Holes have immense gravity and attraction. That’s meant as an appreciation. It represents often repetitive cycles. Deja vus. Then, there’s something similar to scaling where you move out of smaller ones…or become one yourself.
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That’s cool. We are on the same page then. :)) 👍🌀
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