So why mangoes? you may well ask.
This is my dream: a mango tree within reach of my balcony; abundant, sensuous pleasure; sunny, sweet fruit and the flowering of my creative life in profusion. This is a dream of wealth shared, spent lovingly on you. Taste a mango, celebrate a windfall, and feel good. Leave the seed somewhere else to grow, and pass on. We are the agents of seed dispersal. What good is changing the world if you don't enjoy it? And what is enjoyment if it doesn't change the world?
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
The last thing I wrote
was a message to myself in time. I left my love in a bundle, hidden, to be found again later. I hid my own easter eggs, forgetful mind. Did something special for my future soul. No surprise, but only a welcoming back, a coming home.
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