There are words here amongst the leaves and petals of the book. They take root in the memory digging deeply into the strands of the emotions that colour thoughts & actions – remember how he quickly called the barber from the accident site – so many cables and wiry tangled threads, aerial roots clinging to clouds and columns of words like butterflies seeking nectar,……. as the mind flutters about, seeking the truth.
Orchidaceae – like birds in the rafters of my mind – terrestrial orchids may be rhizomatous or form corms or tubers. What do extraterrestrial orchids do when they desire music and moonlight – do they dance and dream of other worlds , contemplating & wondering if there are orchids on other planets ?
There are words here, if I could just find them – the barber wept when he arrived , recalling the music and the dancing – sentences and meaning become difficult to separate from the pages. The tango music plays in the background as he flips through the pages of the book searching for a clue. Who could have done such a thing ? The orchids whisper about secrets and forbidden kisses. They reach upward towards the stars as if they belonged there .
Somewhere in these pages is the answer; there must be an answer. One must have patience when seeking enlightenment & understanding.