Stones waiting for Pygmalion
Ahalya waiting for Rama
Frozen and numbed in the loveless cold
To regain the paradise lost
Come, the catalyst and the moment of truth prevails
Pygmalion sculpts the stone
In love and hope that both will come back
He gives like the Jersey Cow
What he gives comes back to him
The stones at times complain
Why the torture?
Love and hope prevails cold reason
Coaxing the stone to come to life
Of the three masons in the Cathedral/ Taj Mahal story
One is a Pygmalion and others just ‘workers’
When was the last time, you were lost in love / work and how long did it last?
In my case it was just yesterday, believe me; it went on non-stop for 23 hours.
Did you get paid?
Not in money. But what I gave will come back to me in abundant measure
And i will fall in love head over heels
When work comes beckoning again and again
Did the miracle happen? Yes and NO. It doesn’t really matter.
Yes, one has to agree with Gibran. Work indeed is love expressed.
No ‘managers’ and no ‘workers’
Never a manager and never work
We are just, LOVERS
Because denial of work is LOVE denied
Fall in love all over, again and again
Then get up and GO
Galatea comes to life, falls in love with Pygmalion
To realise that within him Pygmalion is dead
The sculptor is dead.
Galatea turns Pygmalion to bring him back to life
The perfect woman that she is
She fashions the perfect man from her memories
And brings him back to life from the world of dreams
To the world of the living. keeping each other alive