At the still point of the turning world.
Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards;
at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement.
And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered.
Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline.
Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance,
and there is only the dance.
I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,
for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
“Sit down and have a drink” he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. “You have SARDINES in it.”
“Yes, it needed something there.”
“Oh.” I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. “Where’s SARDINES?”
All that’s left is just
letters, “It was too much,” Mike says.
But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven’t mentioned
orange yet. It’s twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike’s painting, called SARDINES.
Something was holding them back
To the naive eye, it was a fear of water
To the knowing eye, it was a love of water
Too much love at that (a silent tsunami kind of love)
Like a thunderstorm that opens up the mighty skys
For (maybe, just maybe) they (unknowingly) feared
that the waves will sweep them away
To an endless unseen sea of too much love
Too much love that goes twenty thousand leagues under the sea
(only to see that there is an enchanted sea under the sea)
Too much love where the brim is just the beginning
And how does one survive too much of anything,
leave alone too much of love?
So they left the greeting at that :
With much love,
An explorer, an artist, an activist, a social entrepreneur, a poet and a writer looking for treasures beyond any measure. My favorite words are 'Love' ( which is the meaning of my name, as also my effort to be the meaning of my existence) and 'Serendipity' ( which keeps finding me around every nook and corner !). I like looking at moving clouds endlessly changing their shapes and shades, listening to chirping birds singing their songs, discovering new worlds in old book stores, taking photographs of the sky, the earth and everything in between. Love experimenting with random acts of creative kind(ness). Cherish reading and writing about the beauty and enigmas of nature, the human mind and myworldbeyondstars.