Gliding through the water
The moon crescent above
Frangipani flowers raining onto the water
Steam rising like fairy-tale mist from the surface
As I part the water’s surface, the waves circle in ever expanding soft undulating hills, creamy, velvety soft.
To the side of me and behind me and when I turn back, nothing is untouched anymore, there is no before or after, in front or behind.
All sense of time, direction and separation dissolves into the magic of this night.
Luscious: I felt my own muscles relax as I read. I read "Frangipani" and immediately felt India.--Baby Elder
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