Charulata

Gertrud - 1964

-Who are you, really?
-I am many things
-Who?
-The morning dew, dripping from the leaves of the tree.
 White clouds sailing where no one knows.
-Who else are you?
-I am the moon. I am the sky.
-And what else?
-Yes, I am a mouth.
 A mouth seeking another mouth.
-Sounds like a dream.
-It is a dream. Life is a dream.
 Life is a long chain of dreams, drifting into one another.
-And the mouth you spoke of?
-A dream.
-And the mouth you seek?
-Also a dream.