Freedom from the Known

If you think it is important to know about yourself only because I or someone else has told you it is important , then I am afraid all communication between us comes to an end. But if we agree that it is vital that we understand ourselves completely , then you and I have a

Memories

When i smell the white talcumsmeared across the soft bumsof the new born child,held tenderlyBy her protective mother’s armsacross my verandah,I think of her When i sight my morning porridgemixed in a sluggish slurby the chequered breakfast tableIn my morning rushi think of Farexyesteryears and beyond,I think of her… When I step across my landing