Sen: the wise pakistani messiah

Perhaps in the gardens.

It was 13 today. Margherita gardens.
I was reading Amartya Sen.
That’s when I met Sen. His name is not Sen.

But it is Sen to me.

Sen told me about his issue. I could not advise him.
Sen told me about his life. I was nodding.

Sen knew about meditation. I was his pupil of the day.

Sen took my hand in his and told me to hold tight into his thumb. He said my energy was running through my force. I held on with all the strength I had.

Sen opened my hand. Said I would have a long life. That I would travel a lot.
He told me to hold on tight into his thumb.
And so I did. Though tighter than before.

Sen told me about girls. Their bodies. Lips and breasts and divinity.
I stared straight into his eyes while holding tight.

Sen told me about boys. Their bodies. Lips and legs and penises.
I smiled and my cheeks reddened while holding tight.

Sen started meditating and asking questions. He ed me through my thoughts and showed them to me.
He took my soul, unfolded it and spread it in front of my eyes.

I was in my room, a girl was standing there. In her underwear. She was staring at me. Wanting me, possessing me.
I was on her then, touching her lips with mine, stripping her slowly.
She wanted to penetrate me. I wanted to be penetrated and for her to want it too.

Sen told me about vibrators and whips. About horse riding and sheep.
He said he once was in a garden and he saw a lot of people around him. He wanted them to go faster.
But he saw their hypocrisy.
Then he saw a boy with silky brown hair and slender legs.
I would walk in Padova and Verona. There are huge gardens there. I would see a girl and feel excitement building up.

Sen told me I had to come. Let go the energy that’s eating me inside. My unhealthy deepness.
I closed my eyes as he touched my face. I wet my lips as he told me to do so. I tried to relax as he touched my arms and neck, searching in my third eye.

Sen told me spring would be good, it will all sort out. I opened my eyes and sat up again.
He said I should remember what he told me.

Sen folded up the blanket I was sitting onto. I took up my things.

Sen told me about nature. Birds and trees through the wind. Echoes going and echoes coming back.
I remember how it felt like to be in it..

Sen had to go left. I had to go straight.

Sen never told me his name. I never told him mine.

Sen said we would meet again. For sure.

I said we would meet again. For sure.

Perhaps in the gardens.