Circle

A circle,

no side, no ebullient light, no total darkness,

no shadows, no drama, no arpeggios,

no corner to hide thy fears,

no boudoir to store stealthy hopes;

no avalanche, no storm....

just the unbearable echoes of a whirlwind

hidden in a heart -

down on her knees...

.....to encounter the Fall.

- Swastika

I Hate and I Love

Odi et amo.

Quare id faciam,

fortasse requiris.

Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

Catullus, Carmen 85.

I hate and I love. Why I do this, you might ask. I do not know, but I feel it, and I am tormented.
There are times you feel pain. You can’t quite explain it. A pain that makes us aware of your loneliness, of a darkness that is yet perhaps, the beginning of a dance. Dance of love, dance of hate.

Like those Arabian night tales, where you dance with knives. And in a flash of a blade you are marked forever. Either the knife goes into your stomach...or…ahem….lol

So…we will make our own fairytale....perhaps you don’t like your world? Perhaps you feel nothing in common with it. Perhaps in a crowd you yet search…for someone…for something

We have heard a siren song and we can rest no more…bored with our times, we wish for a summer’s storm…a new land and a new promise….…for here we shall make our own world. With art and sculpture and music….with poetry and the gods…come join our revels…cock a snook at a world that doesn’t understand us and create your own.

Swastika, Zaid and Milinda…..three magi out to seek a star..,. and a hope….
Through love and through hate.Perhaps, caro, they are the same.Will you fly away? Won’t you rest with us for a moment? Here is wine enough and a verse for you.