Wildering

The light of various senses

We proceeded to Paris, France

In convoy

Me watching you watching me

You spent a lot, I did too

Because it seemed that time was running out

And it was the only

Thing to do

In an alleyway of cobblestones and

Artistic sensibilities

At the very doors of a fine establishment

Somewhere between caffeine and a glance

We met

A madman, who, amid lifts of his crutch, said:

“Ever read Kafka at four in the morning?

Chain-smoking and wishing

Your head wouldn’t hurt?”

The shades of the day snapped

Belted by simple

Star-gazing, and meandering

Allowing

Thoughts to match up and intertwine

Procreate and unravel

I stole a glimpse at us

As we approached

A parked car

Gave thanks

For the fire we had,

As embers

Got caught in my throat

Later in that endless journey

In a roadside café

I came across graffiti

“I love Kafka”

Someone had scrawled

Then

In black marker, superseding it

“But Sex is Better”

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New blank for another new year

Happy Christmas and New Year one and all

Preparation overkill

*widowmaker

Know the world is a mirror from head to foot. In every atom are a hundred blazing suns. If you cleave the heart of one drop of water, a hundred pure oceans emerge from it. If you examine closely each grain of sand, a thousand atoms may be seen in it. In its members a gnat is like an elephant. In its qualities a drop of rain is like the nile. The heart of a barley-corn equals a hundred harvests A world dwells in the heart of a millet seed. In the wing of a gnat is the ocean of life.

Mahmud Shabistari 13^th century, Gulshan-I-Raz