Into the jungle the lion king rows. Wild lilies. Western painted turtles. A green-backed heron hunkering down upon a branch ready to strike at some prey… Drum beats, men’s energetic dance, powerful stamps on the grass, full spirited, and praises to mother nature. Women look grand and composed. Long warm hugs. Exquisite feathers. Brilliant colors, lots of colors… Somewhere there is a loon. Its dagger-like beak pointing upward, head moves to the rhythm of Les Toreadors. And a drawling of a loon, reclining in a couch with smooth curves, unfinished.
Our life is nothing but a bundle of relations. I am very grateful to all the people who have played a part in my life and feel incredibly lucky to have known them. For me they are all beautiful like those deep eyes, in which I saw goodness and intelligence.