beyond my solitude there is another solitude
my aloneness is a place without a connection to earth and the arts
and my silence a confusion of voices
beyond this burdened self lives my freer self
too young and outraged to be my freer self
how shall i become my freer self
unless all men and women become free
how shall my leaves fly singing upon the wind
unless my roots shall wither in the dark ?
how shall the painter in me soar against the sun
unless i leave the paintings i built with my own hands
i hear there is a place where i can find peace..
let me know where and when
i can meet you at cafe india