Twice Has Been Enough

Twice has been enough Twice, I would have loved to dance across the threshold of reality – first time - with a Polish Princess, who captivated my mind, captured my heart. Twice, I would have loved to dance across the threshold of reality – second time – with a Chinese Lotus Blossom, an exquisite, exotic Beauty, who stole my heart. The dances I envisioned would have taken either, if willing, into the fantastic realms of the surrealistic. Worlds of the unimaginable, where visions are so clear, colours, shapes so vivid, so profound, so invigorating they take one’s breath away as we trip the light fantastic upon the essence of light, of sound, of sight, of life beyond our beliefs and what we are forced to endure, forasmuch as our human limitations – imposed by ?, – will carry us. Is it the hand of the gods ?, the hand of fate the essence of our genes, our nature, our nurturing or are our limitations self imposed ?, by the hands of our own understanding, our own history. The dances I dreamed of, with either, are but an illusion I have deluded myself with, in order to rise above their lack of love for what and who I am, for me. Now both are just memories, they’ve become history And all that is left for me, is to be their friend, a friend indeed, when in need. B. J. “A” 2 December 23rd, 2012