To Richardo - the most original man i knew ( paid his price for being Zarathrustra)

i love a fable-maker, who provokes me a closer look at life;
i like his deliberations - mirageous and abstract;

His needle threading them tangible in an eclectic deed;

i love him as he weaves a valley to a mountain; a mountain to a patch of sky;
and between the embroidery of pebbles - he sets a trickling stream.

And , his fable - a paper boat ,rushing to find itself an ocean...
it begins - its splendid straying ; perhaps, sinking somewhere on the way

And one such paper boat - sank in the torrents of my thinking