Casa Robino

Either you see the belovedor you lose your head!If your throat's not ready for that wine, cut it! If your eyes don't want the fullness of union,let them turn white with disease.Either this deep desire of mine will be found on this journey,or when I get back home! It may be that the satisfaction I needdepends on my going away, so that when I've goneand come back, I'll find it at home.I will search for the Friend with all my passionand all my energy, until I learnthat I don't need to searchfrom one of my favourite Rumi poems -In Baghdad, Dreaming of CairoIn Cario Dreaming of BaghdadThe title reflects the absurdity of my current co-ordinates. My hallucinations are endless, colourful, sometimes grey slaughterhouses of insight. After days of wandering, lost and weary, you find only that fascination will bring you back alive again. You begin again, a small child in wonder at train tracks and stories, tall tales, instinct.. always this.