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.