INDEX

The Absolute Gifts

Arrival and Departure

Ascent of a man

Becoming a Being

Beyond the twilight zone

The Creatures in the Basement

Creature of Rhythm

Cluster Bombing

The Dance of the Breeze

Death is such a waste

Dream of a Sexagenarian

The Elusive Lotus Flower

The eternal Artist

The fallen Beauty

The fantastic Web

Fingerprints of the Force

The four-letter word

My Grandmother

The Horizontal Journey

The Killing Field

Land Of Amorphous

Looking for Something in Dark

The Meaning of Life

Midlife Crisis

The milk ocean churned

The other Path

Path of no return

Picture Imperfect

Pollen Count

Query in the Twilight Zone

The right way to live

The River of life

River Run

Follow the Script

Seventeen Years Later

Listening to the Silence

A sojourn in the wonderland

Thriving with Poison

Voyage of a Swan

Waiting at the bus stop

What Am I Doing Here

When a Person becomes a Body

When does the life begin?

 

Creature of Rhythm

Even when she was too small to speak
My daughter was dancing to the rhythm of the music
And danced away in a party
With no hesitance
But she can not do it now
Too much aware of her environment

She danced when she was really young
As if it is natural to dance
Natural to response to rhythm of the music
I wonder how that got into us any way
Rhythm in beats in all languages
Soft, hard, noisy or hearth wrecking
All in repetition
All in rhythm
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June 11, 2000