Obviously Christopher's impetus to describe his process has been stronger than mine, and I have been happy to share this space with him.
The reason for my lack of description is partly because I have been busy with other things, and partly because I have nothing yet to share that is not being shared in manner's far more efficacious than the written word. I realise that this may appear odd, but I am sure many of you who read this site will understand that the written word is not my sole manner of communication. Those of you who know me personally will understand that I am far from laconic when the moment for storytelling is upon me..
To all who offer their love and support to we who offer you ours, I thank you.
You are always in our hearts.
With Love
Simon (aka Shiva Das)
You, dear sir, are a gem...a veritable sapphire in the mud...
...but then you already knew how I felt.
I am indeed that thing that you felt perhaps was true...it is a wide universe..and the beings of the stars love me so
Yours ever younger
S.
Posted by: Shiva | February 22, 2006 at 06:23 AM
You floating amorphous thing.
"In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now."
There is no case against you.
Posted by: BigSky | February 21, 2006 at 04:11 PM