Celestial Utterances

So, here I am.

Alone with my thoughts. But was it so very different at home, those childhood days in the fog, feeling my way through the world?

The world here is as thin as ice. Is it always melting away like this I wonder. No wonder people are always falling...

If I turn this way I can see the green orb now, shimmering with life. Ah, but like Medusa, my gaze turns it to stone...or at least something hardens in my heart. This way. What do I seek? What do I see? For some it is nothing, but for me the darkness is giving birth and extinguishing a million suns. It fades, it soars. The 70,000 veils perchance? What? -is it winter?

In the distance I make out faint lights. The loves I once knew still glimmer ! The low burning blue-flame was a kind of religion with us. I worshipped God with ashes.

I have traveled so far just to see yor radiant face or was I just escaping from myself? I forget. How far! Is it a mile or an inch..it matters little. We know what distance is: unmeasurable. I am still me, and you are still you. I am still the day, you the night. But say, are you here, alone like me?

Silence.

'But who are you?'

I thought you knew.

'Okay, then what are you?'

A mirror.

'Is that why I see myself in you?'

You see only yourself?

Art thou the swami ?

I most certainly am not!

A friend?

If you say so.

And with this I stepped lightly over the cracks, remembering the lines:

And the crack in the tea-cup opens

A lane to the land of the dead.

I know the patterns of your existence..but they delighteth me not !

Before I go, won't you tell me a secret?

Amo: volo ut sis

Tears welled , seas formed. The earth became blue with sadness.

I sail my memories of home

Like boats across the Seine

And watch the Paris sun

As it sets in my father's eyes again