Date: 21 May 11

Location of accommodation: Haputale

Activities: walk up to Lipton’s Seat; watching cricket on the TV

Special experiences: learned that I really like cricket.

Insights: tea is really, really green.

Thought of the day: a smiling face beats a frowning face any day.

Photo of the day:

Poem of the day:

I’ve been floating on a stream of love,

Guided by a truth-mark on my eyes

The love is thick though sometimes

I’m only floating on the very top most surface skies

Looking for the doorway

Into the depths where all true freediving love resides.

And I can see the truth of love within your eyes.

And I can see the love of truth within your smile.

And I can see your truth whenever I turn to my light

And bask inside the love that life inspires.

I once knew a red-faced clown

A black smile painted under sockets a paler shade of white.

And spinning wheels flashed from his eyes

And there were stars, there were none within his night.

But all that is gone and to think of you

I feel a beat of joy and want to believe

That we can inspire one another

In ways that only male and female give

To one another, irrationally and magically—

I don’t pretend to understand,

How you inspire me and how I could ever be your man:
I only know the truth—

I am,

I am,

I am afraid my dear that I am quite in love with you.

Quiet!  Quiet now, the house is sleeping

Do not wake them up!

Stay still and walk on toes that whisper

Why cry things from the rooftops

And stir this old house to wakefulness?-

Old folks need their sleep.

And the attics have long echoes

That reverberate inside the cellar’s dreams:

The first become last

When you stir up such things,

All things turning over in their graves,

Old ghosts spinning webs with no thought of smiling grace.

So quiet now, we must not stir

Such sleeping kings

But dream, and love

And love and dream.

Such words are meant for mystery,

And not for the hearts of lovers.

So I sit upon my windowsill

And silently reflect

Upon the tea-top rolling hills

And the golden-sun bedecked

Buddha-Buddhas of the world,

Where we might be entwined.

And all the things that we might see

If you would have me as thine,

If you would make you mine. 

Or at least for a time a time--

These visions of you do not steal away

From the deeper galaxies of my mind.