Joel on his celphone

This is a letter that Joel Benson wrote to me on my birthday.

Prince Prash,

Somehow, there is an inkling of a thought that is tinkling

resounding and reverberating in the stalactites and stalagmites of existence

recognizing the great gonging that is the bell which is ringing in glee

celebrating the birth of a man who's worth can't be measured in words

or in song, in images, paintings or sketches, in scribbles or scrawling of

scribes somehow attempting to pay homage to royalty born

in great innocence, humility, honour and skill

a joy that's inherent each moment he breathes 

is ecstatic- a poem in breath that will find it's way onto a page

illustrating a tincture of thought or a longing for more

tracing birds that are soaring or buildings forgotten if not for his hands

so exquisite

expression as eloquent as breezes through leaves

he's a gift in each moment existing

he is lending his verve and his cavernous talents to mirroring life

this world that surrounds him and seeks him on journeys he takes that are epic

adventures he shares taking dares that life flings in his path

you are dancing, divine friend- a great entity wise and so innocent

open-eyed wonders befall you

let my meager words fall upon you like spray from the ocean i swam in today

giving thanks for your presence so healing, inspiring, and open.

i love you, dear friend and can't wait to share in festivities 

thrown in celebration for all that is you

and i hope you're surrounded by love

and by music and people inspiring

that keep your fires stoked

and invoking your spirit to thrive

and keep striving for peace in each step. 

my wish is, you'll find it in every eye that you meet,

in each scene or horizon that sprawls out before you

providing you food for your tools to ignite

express every essence you share 

laying bare and giving so freely-

i offer my gratitude and raise my last mouthful of porter to you.

happy born-day, birthaversary

the world's opportunity to thank-you for sharing this sphere with us

filling us up with your love and great visions

jumping out from your notebooks and canvases 

and find us enlightened by offerings genuine

stunning- so fine.

loving you so much, dear Prashant, from coast that is west

i'll be there in a week to share drinks and imbibement

acknowledging all that is you

love you huge 

and we'll see you quite soon~

your friend, 

joel