Day: Sep 15, 2012
Very strange experience just now. An Indian gentleman approached me in the street and said he’d been waiting for me and he had something to tell me. I said “Do you want money?” He said “No” emphatically. Then he said: “I feel your heart and your face shines. You are a good man who hasn’t found his place yet in life but it is coming. Believe me and be patient. There are many who are jealous of you. Many. Small people. Ignore them. Someone will find you soon and your heart will be expanded beyond your dreams”. Then he took my hand and placed it on his heart. I said “Are you an angel?” He said “Of course. And so are you”. Then he thanked me and went on his way. Now I’m sitting on a bollard in the street shaking.
A number of people have asked me lately “Why aren’t you writing any love songs or poems?” On one level the answer to that is obvious. But on another level I reply: “Actually, every single one of them is a love song or poem because much love (as well as blood, sweat, passion & tears) goes into making them. For love is infinitely more than merely floating on a cushion of air or firing Cupid’s arrows everywhere!”