As a child, you appear to me in the form of a woman When I am a woman, you appear to me in the form of a child The ache for a bridge between our worlds persists Out of this urge a movement begins The world of the woman slowly unveils The universe of the child reveals itself In perfect synchronicity In perfect harmony In perfect feeling Sound Light For the glory of creation itself The woman and the child begin to understand You contain both The ache disappears The story continues The Artist now projects The form of a lucid and purposeful woman Poised and expectant with the radiant heart of a child Ganga Fondan, 2011 Sometimes we have to grow up very fast into adulthood and then one day integrate the child left behind because this seems essential to the fulfillment of a whole life. After experiencing some intense dreams of different aspects of my past, I surrender to these revelations knowing there are no accidents and to accept these as reminders of my unity with everything. Explored through meditation and art, the lessons continue. Always the gratitude for the Inner Artist arises.

"For men and women are not only themselves; they are also the region in which they are born, the city apartment or farm in which they learnt to walk, the games they played as children, the old wives tales they overheard, the food they ate, the schools they attended, the sports they followed, the poets they read, and the God they believed in. It is all these things that have made them what they are, and these are the things that you can't come to know by hearsay..." ~ W. Somerset Maugham (The Razor's Edge)