Ok, where do I begin.
What to discuss first? Edinburgh and the performance? The magic and seamless stream of inspiration of Ireland? Spending a month with Megan Jacoby? The wonderful friends I made in St. Ives? A picnic in the rain and biking pub crawl in Leicestershire with Emily Culliton, Emily Klasson, and Klasson’s cousin? Spain, Barcelona, the emotions of going home and ending the trip (early), the culmination of this incredible and unforgettable experience in my life?
I have never really been able to articulate things in a linear writing style. Have coffee with me some time and I will tell you all about it. Or watch the video of the show when it goes up on youtube. Look at the photos. Read my poem about Home.
What I will do for you is share a poem from the script of the show. In a few weeks I will be able to post more of the poems and song lyrics I wrote while traveling. Then, please give me a call or email, so I can just talk to you ☺
ARDHANARISHWARA
Flow into depths of om river
Music from moon hair
Seep deep into pores
Slow shine
On a Shiva starship
Light, ions, particles
Feeling Shiva
Heal the world
Woman
Parvati, Crow, Reena
Striking figure, crazy hair
Set apart
Breathes in a way that
Inhales one language
Exhales another
Incomprehensible
Smells like other
No gesture can set communication free
Parvati, the mountain
Shiva, the moon
You cannot penetrate
Not even Shiva
Who is made of om
Om, everything
Does not know the om inside Parvati
Mountain
Solid
Impenetrable
Beautiful
