My well-thumbed Shambhala Kabir has become an answer book of sorts. In need, we look for signs and imbue things with such significance that often they cannot even contain.

So here I am making choices with my Kabir. One day I brood over possible losses and open the book and it reads: "Into the looking-glass cavern
the dog goes running.
Seeing his own reflection,
he dies barking"

OUCH!

On another occasion, worrying about something I was depending on to happen, the book opens to :" Use the strength of your own arm,
stop putting hope in others.
When the river flows through your own yard,
how can you die of thirst?"

But of course, it is a strong arm!


Foolish? Superstitious? Hell no, just an unwavering faith in the magic of the word. Words are signs and spells and life is learning the how of the world through words.

I am not ready for this day. I would like nothing better than to sleep. Or better still, I will watch a film. That will be two birds with one stone, the heart's bird and the mind's. Better to get high on movies than books, I think, because a book always seems to want you to do something.


I don't want days to brighten, where is the rain and dark dark skies? Let there be dark!