A new-fangled year... a spirited welcome....
A feeling of fresh hope...kindled with moments of yesteryears
looking into a crystal ball speaking of new relationships
Old ones growing wine by the years.... savoured in sips...
New ones brightening elsewhere....waiting to be guzzled...
Diana growing in the shadows.... bigger than self, engulfing, at times slighter
Desiring the innocent strength of Obelix,
Yearning the adventure of Herge,
Wishing the magic of Mandrake,
Lusting for the passion of Phantom.... that sweeps Diana into his cave...
beating the drums of fervour to all hamlets near and far....
be a Diana -
She is the hunted... for she craves...
as well the maiden hunter protecting the wild and the free....
The love of life goes far and beyond....
to family, friends and foe, to manuscripts and melody....
creating and recreating....
Like, words, as Eliot said.... RELATIONSHIPS, that strain, crack and break
under the burden of the tension – born of expectations...
It has slipped, slid, and perished...
decayed with imprecision.... with the demand to confer it a name...
Shrieking voices from the temples scream, scold and mock to give it a name...
Is a name that so important?
The maiden huntress hungers to be free of a name for her affairs...
strained with the expectations of these infinite names....family, friends and foe....
Why is there so much faith in a relationship that craves for a NAME? ...
An assurance in an external, a loyalty for the peripheral.... ???????
SPEND the new day, month, year, decade, a lifetime ...
lifting the insane pattern born from this need for the title....
.... be a hobbit to baptize the scale of the sin nombre ...
blend the unknown, the mysterious namelos.... into the details of your movement....
The templed ugly duckling transforming to a Hans Swan....
wearing the glass shoe that helps us look through at the ground we tread on....
Be the pied piper of your dreams...
Transform the hunter and the hunted.... to the seeker and the sought
By the nature of your essence...
Beyond the name.... the species....
...thus breathing SIMPLE life into even more SIMPLER love...
a thought, an idea, an ambition born from the quintessential self....
AMEN too ALL that we wake up with a smile for... and therefore LIVE....
