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.