lies the river of dreams. The reflections of the past embedded
in it's gravel. Dreams, dreams that I saw while sleeping on
it's sandy beach. The mystery of the still night awakens my
inner spirit. The mystic wind that seeps through the land
during the night chills the warm air. The mist that lands
on exposed skin chills beyond explanation. The smooth flow
of water turned melody by the pebbles it flows over. The mesmerizing
Malayalam music from the temple comforts my mind. I go into
deep sleep unknowingly that I am being comforted by the angels
of the river. I lie under a galaxy of stars and wonder, is
this all a dream?
the distance of the night a night bird sings it's melodious
song. As a rooster crows to signal it's midnight. It's all
just a dream now. I sleep in the hands of God, my Manimala
river. I wonder if the rains will come during the night. I
hear thunder rumble in the distance. The night sky lit up
by twlight from the reddish moon rising from the east seems
to make the night seem alive. Folk tales tell of ghostly presences
wandering the river bed at night. But what should I care.
There is nothing more I should be afraid of other than that
of flesh and blood. Why should the wandering angels hurt me?
In their loneliness I have only given them company. I rest
in the total darkness unafraid since I sleep in the hands
of God under this wonderful universe . The mesmerizing light
from the stars and the moon seem to intesify my desire to
stay and stay to eternity.