Lover-Friends & Scorpions
August 4, 2006: “Yaari hai imaan Mera yaar meri zindagi…” “My love-friendship is my truth, My lover-friend is my entire life…” At 4 am, I am made awake by this somehow unquiet thought which wants to disturb me, and will not let me sleep. Lyrics have many meanings, and I find that a different lyric, with a distinctive meaning, plays in my head each day, depending on my mood, depending on who I am that day. (Because, my friends, I’m becoming increasingly aware that I awaken as a different person each day.) Today, this morning, this moment, I find myself with the thought that we are, all of us, like scorpions. Tender pulp inside, tough shell outside, and a venomous, lightning-swift stinger. The Pulp Inside We are tender, needy pulp inside, aching with the NEED to make contact with the pulp of others, to crush our pulp together, and see and hear and feel the pulp melt into one. To have sex, to make love, to understand, to be understood, to ...
