11:47 to 00.02 (Moondance)

Magic every night. We have wands and we wave them in the sky letting the Moon do her dance. Peaking quietly, half-moon in waiting. Looking. Seeing the stupidities of man and probably laughing at Inspector Jigantar, Constable Babantar and Driver on our way to the wine shop. A wonderful evening of Wooten baba's sonic love, Gary Willis, Vadrum's Barber of Seville, of talking in Visra after S left, seemed like for hours on end as our minds relaxed unable to fathom the Visceral world of the void sentence, a tendency to be nothing for a few minutes, to let the mind sleep, our own unique form of meditation, of that slip of the tongue "Kudrat Ka Mela", Omo (inhale) & Azu (exhale), such moments captured and scripted for future film ideas... then those 15 minutes going back home, looking at the moon over the bridge to the sound of Truffaz's "The Dawn". And then that final moment, car parked, I thank Shiva for life, for everything and as soon as I say that, watchman appears from nowhere and greets me like he has never before, Shiva sending cosmic vibes via the human form. Transcendent. There are so many things that are completely out of our grasps. Or maybe I'm reading into everything too much. Moment-unanalysis needs to happen. So, time to stop thinking, time to live in the absence of thought, the abstrakt kollision of Visra.