Very often I dream Africa,
Where I belonged to the land in my previous births.
Once I talked friendly with mount Kilimanjaro.
'I want to draw you on a canvas for an Exhibition.'
'First you have to climb my dear painter.'
But I missed several occasions and never tried again.
Now when I see her in my dreams as a sculptor
She acts like a stranger
And never talk about our bygone incidents.
I feel like a dwarf beneath the mountain.
Ah Nimal my great poet you have once again plucked the strings of heart and soul. This is so complex in its simple dress. The mountain is the greatness of the natural world. It represents the obstcle of life which is put in our way. We are small by comparison and our life is much larger than we think but since we think of it as a mountain which is unscalable it truly is a mountain. You always share a great philosophy in your writing and invoke rites and rituals of a culture which is older than the sands of the deserts from which it sprang. Your friend, George
Haunting and evocative.The mountain, I believe, is a metaphor for something in your life that you consider to be unobtainable. Kind wishes, Sandra
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You personalize this mountain without in any way diminishing its greatness. At the same time you evoke a timeless message of personal struggle in a world that is not always easy to understand. Once again, your clever pen and your fine mind combine to make this reader shake her head in wonder. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥