If Sleeplessness…

We would walk all night, awake while everyone else is asleep. Imagining ways to dare to let go those impulses of forever to dissolve the tribal context of our minds -the spaces of our ignorance.

We would dance with the svelte night, elegantly dressed in her dark cloak, adorned with sounds of mystery, stories of love, shadows and memories. Tender rains would pour on us; maternal woos, sensual lips, laughter of children in eternal play -a total feminine display.

Our bodies would collapse. All jars within the mind would pop open their lids, spilling silly things, like pride, irony, sarcasm, wittiness, cynicism. All that insistence to show off, would vanish like vapor, through the windows of the mind-heart, open ajar.

For whenever we dance with the Splendorous Night, our shadows are diluted by her Shadow, our dark side devoured by her deep darkness. Carriages with damsels, would gaily cruise in front of the palace, as Beauty, dressed in woman, walks the universe.

All the tribes, of our collective imagination would parade incessantly before our open eyes, Jews, Shiites, Sunni, Kurds, Tarahumara, French, Aztecs, Mayas, Masai, Kikuyu, Japanese, Chinese, American and Thai. And so many, many others that we don’t remember or never knew.

*Arsenio Rodriguez‘s article was published in Wall Street International. Go to ORIGINAL.