journal d'une transition

431

*June, 1982.

“It seems The closest I get To those wells

That may one day pour Into This substance I am

The most parched and Sterile The life of Me Becomes.

This world surely

Is meant for Unity.

Yet on its way

Our means to relate

Are mere tricks That ache.

Blessed blind

Are those who will Enjoy A place and a role When shattered and undone Are the rays Of a creation Past And now still Clinging contrarily”

*June, 1982, To Ajneyam Auragni.

“I have been calling you, needing your Sameness, Aching for that current of Awareness Between Incarnations I have been yearning for your eyes Wide And brimming with The secret of our souls, I have been searching for Stray signals of Recognition Silent, direct, Immediate And free,