On a bright summer day

when the afternoon time hits you hard in the face

an arboreal dream swallows the day.

Amazing this earth and

amazing its multiple hands .

This ancient tree has thousands of aeons marked on its bark

and like pages of a carbon print

I wanted to feel it,

flick through its pages,

write my name with a knife

on one of the random finds.

But the greatest wonder came

when one day someone had overtaken me and already taken possession of the tree.

It seemed the tree and the man knew what it was to survive centuries

aeons after aeons with a single thread of love

running between them and calling,

to keep their tryst with time.

The man had lain his head

trustfully in the lap of the tree.

He was dreaming the life of tree.

Sushama Karnik.

Elon Musk on Mars

 

Elon Musk’s ambitious words: “It can be done”

Musk expressed optimism that humanity can set up a permanent presence on Mars by 2055. He explained that success depends on ramping up the tonnage of cargo delivered during each launch window, which occurs every 26 months when Earth and Mars align. To build a truly self-sufficient colony, Musk stressed that settlers will need everything from advanced robotics and food production systems to the ability to manufacture fuel and high-tech components directly on the Martian surface.

The centerpiece of Musk’s vision is Starship, SpaceX’s fully reusable launch system. The vehicle comprises two stages—Super Heavy, the booster, and Starship, the spacecraft—both powered by methane-fueled Raptor engines. This design allows Mars settlers to produce fuel from the Martian atmosphere, enabling return trips. Starship has already completed ten test flights, with its most recent success in August 2025 marking its first payload deployment. Musk revealed that the upcoming Version 3 of Starship will carry over 100 tons to orbit, making it capable of transporting the vast supplies required for colonization.

Apr 15, 2017

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Then one night she dreamed of a harp,
It spread its wings, grew into its original shape of a tree,
a tree that grew
from a cosmic seed.

And it sang as only the wind
 coming from the ocean can sing
blue and deep.
The circles of gulls
came back to the rock.

She lay on the beach
spreadeagled,
ready to dive and ready to fly.
At that moment if she could die,
the death would be the hand of God,
not the end of life, but the beginning of a flight to an alien land.

 The wonderful silence of the night

The only sound, the single word,  the note that the wind carried

They had the feel of infinity. Somewhere groping in the dark I found

the script you wrote on a full moon night, in anger, rage and the final peace.

Swirling between waves was someone's heart set ablaze 

for someone to  watch in awe

until this night came,

and with the night the moon who never strayed from its ordained path in sky.

With the night came the silence, mysterious, sacred as never before.

In that silence was the unbroken flow of eternity..

A single sound that kept humming in the depth of the mortal soul,

A single word vibrant in the air 

and the single breath of the night wind.

Ekach dhwani, ekach shabd, swar varyacha, sparsh anantacha.

  The desert! The desert in its immensity,

With its great voice, its wild beauty;

Its peaks touching the earth, its savannahs, its waves,

Cataracts rolling beneath deep forests;

Its thousand noises, its cries, its muffled roars,

Gigantic concert of all the elements!

The desert! The desert! When the eastern dawn

Rises, and makes the treasures it displays shine:

When the fragrant bud of the magnolia

Opens under the kisses of some beloved insect;

When the flowering vine, fragrant labyrinth,

Enfolds the palm tree in a loving embrace;

And when, rejoicing beneath these light panelings,

Living carbuncles sing the hummingbirds!

The American desert with all its graces,

When no mortal trace remained,

And with its great woods, its waters, its gold mines

It offered itself to Columbus' gaze, still virgin.

Ah! who has not dreamed of this beautiful nature;

Who would not have wanted to leave this world of imposture,

This world where every great heart ends up degrading itself,

To run to the desert, alive, to bury itself?

To seek in the Eden of Paul and Virginie

The ineffable happiness that the earth denies,

A vow of peace and love conceived by every heart,

And which vanishes, alas! always disappointed!

This is often my dream

In these moments of profound boredom.

Where despair, like a sword

Remains suspended on my brow.

The desert, the desert calls me,

Why these chains on my steps? Traveling birds, on your wings

Why don't you carry me away?

My numb soul needs

A new world to explore;

It needs an enlarged sphere

For the poet who is about to die!...

I hope you like this poem.

Sleep well, dear Sushama.

Françoise

PS: a photograph of the desert in the volcanic island of Lanzarote

See translation

 Sing to me ye angels blue,

sing of the mystery of sky,

each constellation a home of stars,

so far, so close to the heart of this night

which you have brought down

into the enigmatic silence of the universal angst.

 When the real is blurred I bring in a dream. 

Watching it long though, makes it an abyss, 

swirling waves which I cannot ride. 

I want someone to dream with me for awhile

through the night, till the morning

when the night will fade 

and with the night will fade the dream.

But I will not have been the only one to dream

My dream, my illusion, sparked another one to dream

I will not have been alone to dream;

Two dreams do not always make a reality.

They make parallel realities.