In the poem, ‘Meeting Point’ the protagonist draws from the many faces of nature to illustrate transformations that are happening all the time…be it clouds becoming rain, the bud becoming a flower, childhood yielding to gushing youth, or the crush of love turning possessive? When do these changes happen?  Is what the dreamy eye sees, a ‘reality’ or a ‘lying mirage’?  What happens when waking life sheds itself? Is it the end or is it a beginning? Read on/Listen in…