When I am alone, walking the street, I become aware of the bodies. All the bodies: those my friends and lovers wear and strangers, passing in the street, swarming and surrounding me, supple and strong and swaying with unconscious grace. Serpent, I see your movement in theirs. The eyes, they catch me in passing, fix on me their sorrow and singing joy, clear and conscious and sunk in dream: Serpent, you stare out at me from every face and I respond, your devotee, how can I not? Turn and touch, now with the hand, again with a word.. and when you call is strongest, there with the whole of my body, my most secret thoughts I worship you. Where I find you and I find you everywhere. (Diary excerpt c.2000) Ivan1984