The shining plexus solaris

How does that work out?
Leaving it all up to life?
To put trust in life to take care?
To simply await the things to come?

Today some beautiful things happened. The people he saw today. The people he communicated with. The e-mails he received. The way he was feeling today. The peace and harmony he sensed so strongly.
Most butterflies have left using his belly bottom as an exit to find maybe their way into another person’s belly and create havoc there.
One of the last butterflies was pulling a string of words out which turned out to be the text of a Beatles song:

Martha my dear though I spend my days in conversation
Please
Remember me Martha my love
Don't forget me Martha my dear

Hold your head up you silly girl look what you've done
When you find yourself in the thick of it
Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you
Silly girl

Take a good look around you
Take a good look you're bound to see
That you and me were meant to be for each other
Silly girl

Hold your hand out you silly girl see what you've done
When you find yourself in the thick of it
Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you
Silly girl

Martha my dear you have always been my inspiration
Please
Be good to me Martha my love
Don't forget me Martha my dear

These words pulled into the strong wind broke up and fell apart and were scattered over the endless sandy beach.
He realized that the Princess is now sitting alone somewhere and that his caravansary has moved on and he is not intending to look back. He always looks ahead.

Today, also a sad thing happened.
Ketcha Gonzales’ brother Lupe, 60 years old, has died last night. Lupe lived in a town a 2 hours drive from the rancho. Ketcha is sad now and for one month they will not have the radio on.
All music is banned during this time of mourning.
This made him remember that one morning during his childhood the nanny came into the bedroom. Usually she would open the curtains and urge him and his brother to wake up, come out of bed for breakfast and go to school. But that particular morning, to his surprise, she left the curtains closed and when he asked why the routine was different the nanny replied: ‘Your grandmother has died”.
As a sign of mourning all the curtains of the house remained closed as if life had gone from it together with the grandmother.
Later they all went to the house where grandmother had been living and where she lay in state. He didn’t want to go inside and see his grandmother dead. He remained alone in the car while his brother and his two sisters accompanied by their mother went to see the deceased person.
When he looks back he realises that he didn’t have a close nor special relationship with his grandmother. He connected much more with her housekeeper. This was also the case with his own mother. He had the best rapport with the nanny.
In retrospect he knows why this was.
These memories used to be rather emotional for him but now they are just facts. Of no special importance. It is simply the way it was.

There were feelings of happiness today for how his life is evolving in a beautiful way and sharing sadness with Ketcha.
The belly bottom is shining with a halo around the plexus solaris.