Transmogrifier ...

Now he is a wild horse, galloping through the hills and meadows, his brown flowing mane flittering in the breeze.

Then, now, he is a furry little creature, gnawing gently on a tasty nut, twitching his fluffy tail. 

He turns into a wise old owl, his large eyes filled with unfathomable kindness, under those all knowing eyebrows.

Oh, now he is a gorgeous dragon, orange, and all ablaze, taunting to be tamed and ridden on.

and then, now he is a bright doggy, all soft and squishy and cuddly and warm - toungey and licky.  

Now a silverback gorilla, pushing and tossing away gargantuan fallen trees to clear a path.

and he is a rocky mountain goat, unfazed by the steepest of heights, defying gravity like it's his second nature.

How does he change into all these so effortlessly?

Does he possess the magical fish hook of Maui? The shape-shifting demigod of the wind and sea and master of wayfinding?

umm, no; He regularly chutes himself through the ...

Searching for a song ...

You are a pivot animated 3D figure suspended in the ocean, underwater.

The sea is psychedelic blue all around, occasional glimmers of brilliant light flashing on the ocean surface some distance above you.   

The song.

The song is a glistening ball floating around, which you have to catch.

You can only move as much as the pivot on the navel allows. That is, no translatory movement.

eyes closed.

You search and reach for the ball. It floats away. The more you move, the less you may get it.

Now relax and let the oceans bring it to you. slowly, slowly, very slowly ... and voila!

I feel the divine ...

I feel the divine ...

I feel the divine, my dearest

In this immense beauty you hold

blinking, into your deep, dark eyes

I feel myself, now reborn, all around you

seeing you, in my mind, past your face

In the million hues of your soul,

I feel the divine, my dearest

In this immense beauty you hold

blinking, into your deep, dark eyes

I feel myself, now reborn, all around you

many a mountain peak, I scaled

seeking you, my love, in my heart

let’s go forth, you and me,

into this splendid world, that’s waiting for you

let’s make footprints, with love,

on these pristine sands, of a charming beach

none has seen, inside me, this brimming lake of love;

and now your fingers, my dearest,

have made it burst open, and flow unto thee.

I feel the divine, my dearest

In this immense beauty you hold

blinking, into your deep, dark eyes

I feel myself, now reborn, all around you

seeing you, in my mind, past your face

In the million hues of your soul,

I feel the divine, my dearest

In this immense beauty you hold

blinking, into your deep, dark eyes

I feel myself, now reborn, all around you

the sky and the sands may fade,

like morning dreams;

but we’ll stay, you and me, forever,

in this timeless embrace

this unreal world will melt,

and flow down; in falling, sparkling waters;

my dearest, we’ll stoop down and drink,

from these glorious streams, till eternal bliss.

into this world, is now spreading

your magic, my dearest, squeezed out from your soul

as it makes way, for me, crawling inside,

and I start dwelling there, in your cocoon of love

seeing you, in my mind, past your face

In the million hues of your soul,

I feel the divine, my dearest

In this immense beauty you hold

blinking, into your deep, dark eyes

I feel myself, now reborn, all around you.

inspired by: Naan Un Azhaginile, 24 - Tamil Movie, 2016.

The Red Sail Boat ...

So there was this red sail boat - with a single huge billowing white and red sail, and two additional small red hulls on either sides.

I was perched on a small seat in the front, looking out and around

and, there was this vast expanse of the backwater lake in front of me; its deep dark grey waters gently rippling away close to me, so close that if I just stretch my arms out, it will touch my fingers.

The lake was littered with floating islands of water weeds, hundreds of them - from tiny little ones, to really big ones covering large areas of water, and floating tree logs, and resting cormorants perched on stumps jutting out of the dark water - their wings spread wide, looking like prehistoric flying dinosaurs.

and, there was my trainer, sitting behind me, in the rear seat of the boat.

and there was wind gushing across the lake; the direction of which I could not quite gauge. I kind of concluded that it definitely is not blowing in a direction that would propel us directly on to the shore. I was wondering how we are to get this boat there with a wind like this.

but my trainer was unfazed. The boat was gently and surely being blown off in a direction; some direction; definitely not towards the shore. He did not seem to be paying even a tiny resemblance of heed to this rather discomforting fact.

then he loosened the sail, did some flap flaps with it, did some manoeuvring and then pulled at it. The white and red sail billowed again. The sail boat was now being blown off in a sort of opposite direction; but still definitely not towards the shore.

I sat there watching, keenly observing where this was all going, literally.

he deftly weaved the boat through floating islands of water weeds, tree logs and prehistoric flying monsters perched on stumps; now in this direction and now in the other - but never towards the shore, or so it seemed to me.

So I asked him,

"Master, if we keep going like this, this way and that way, wherever the wind is taking us, how can you be sure we will reach where we want to go?"

He smiled and said,

"Because I know where I want to go."

:-)

P.S: Did I forget to mention what to do when there is no wind? You have to paddle.

Fullfilment for the child ...

What lies buried deep inside of you?

The long, fifteen years you spent as a kid - coming into this world, with not much choice on where or when or why; and then figuring out how to get a grip on it - and then the not so long, a few years you spent as a teenager - trying to take all that figuring out you think you managed to do, and see how it flies. 

Then your adult life takes over. You learn, you explore, you figure out how to make a living, progress in life and possibly do great things - and the world thinks that you have made it. Sometimes it is referred to as having arrived. Many a times from smalltalk, books, news, television, movies and so on; one can catch stories - of such arrivals - of the people, who have achieved great things with their lives; of their lives, considered as those posessing fullfilment.

But does this necessarily mean fullfilment for that, what lies buried, deep inside you?

More than likely, not.

Over those forming years, the child inside you would have accumulated its wants and needs and cravings and oh sure, its insecurities - all of which lies buried, very deep inside you.

Information on fullfilment for that - is customarily not something that is publicised widely by mostly anybody. It is not something that people enquire others of. It is not something on which books, stories, television shows, movies or even plain vanilla accolades are made. One is quite unlikely to catch any stories - of such inner child fullfilments - of the people, who have experinced that; of the lives they lived when their inner child was; happy and fullfilled.

One could imagine that the likelihood of such a fullfilment - of the wants and needs and cravings accumulated by your inner child over its forming years; and the allaying of its insecurities -  is probably majorily dictated by how one's life is lived connected to, and with, the people who are closest to one's heart and mind. One could also postulate that this is not necessarily connected to 'accepted arrivals' - the kind that were pondered on a short while back.

More often than not, fullfilment for the inner child, maybe sort of, is an 'enlightenment' - which is probably impossible to accurately explain to anybody.

:-)

Inventors of Love ....

For the overly philosophically inclined, this is about romantic love - the kind that gives you butterflies in your stomach. So if that's not the kind you are looking for, look elsewhere ... :-) 

Remember a couple of centuaries ago, ... there was no internet? no cars, no vaccum cleaners ... no coffee machines? no ballpoint pen?? ... How did all these things come about?

Inventors.

There have always been doers; for when we do, we think of what is - and there have always been dreamers; for when we dream, we think of what could be - and when someone turns what could be into what is, there's an inventor for you.

Homo Sapiens started roaming the earth some 40,000 years ago, and they have been continuing to do that out till the present day. Were the early Homo Sapiens used to falling in love? Maybe ... who knows ... but they sure were used to reproducing; as evidenced by the fact that they are continuing to do the roaming bit till the present day.

But, try to remember, a few centuaries ago, ... would a Homo Sapien be mixing together a playlist that includes - "Bleeding Love", and send it off to his girl of desire when she's down handling her monthly good friend? ... think that he can send her a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils to remind her of fall colors? ideate that biting a dark chocolote piece off of her supple lips is a good idea? ... postulate that standing at the edge on the bow of a ship behind her and spreading her arms out wide can make her fly? ... imagine that he can sit forever lost in her eyes across a coffee place table, over a mist of hot chocolate vapours?? ... write love letters???

I doubt it. Probably they were used to just exchanging a few looks, smell each other and then be like, "ok, let's reproduce now."

So how did all these things come about? Inventors, my dear friend! When the Doers of the post Jurassic period where busy doing the smelling each other and reproducing bit - which to them was, what is - the Dreamers were lost in imagining what could be ... and as soon as the right technology became available, they started recording what they inevented; in ... songs and stories and pictures and books and ... and then, ... lo and behold, full length romantic movies!!

So there you have it, records of these inventions - dreams of the inventors of love - records of what could be; calling you to turn them into what is. Do it.

Keep dreaming.

"I want to be in love," she said.

She had said it at supper. And her parents had widened their eyes and stiffened back in their chairs. "Patience," had been their advice. "Remember, you're remarkable. Our whole family is odd and remarkable. We can't mix or marry with ordinary folk. We'd lose our magical powers if we did. You wouldn't want to lose your ability to 'travel' by magic, would you? Then be careful. Be careful!"

-- The April Witch, Ray Bradbury.