So she stopped at the bridge and kept on looking out into that deep blue sea, ready or not, here I come. She dipped her head into the deep blue sea, it was as if she was floating ahead in time. Bridge, sea, already swimming in the ocean. And he screamed, it was like he was under water but still screamed deeply in fear, Help, help! But out came only bubbles and silence.. Help, Help! She knew they were going to meet. She could sense it from all the past events.
It was like they were tied together with a string of invidivisble and invisible thread. A thread attaching from heart to heart, creating a webb again. All of these cobwebs, unbreakable and silently and slowly attaching hearts. Hearts that were breaking, renewing, transitioning from one experience to another. Turning over the past into the present, like it is chasing moments, like a wheel.
The wheel of dhamma, spinning faster and faster and soon we are going to become the higher that we already are, but in another way, in a higher way. Spinning so fast it sometimes made her anxious. Spinning in a way we can never foretell. The logic reasoning is only in the way. The intuition is higher, greater, deeper, like the great deep blue sea. Like an ocean of answers of questions still yet to be asked.
He stopped for awhile, his heart stopped beating, as she found him. He didn't seem to mind that she was utterly stressed,tired and exhausted from the long long journey. He didn't tell. Because she was to young, to unexperienced. He just told her about a meeting, but he didn't realise he was decieving himself. She could already read. She could already write. He didn't know she could already tell.
It was like they were tied together with a string of invidivisble and invisible thread. A thread attaching from heart to heart, creating a webb again. All of these cobwebs, unbreakable and silently and slowly attaching hearts. Hearts that were breaking, renewing, transitioning from one experience to another. Turning over the past into the present, like it is chasing moments, like a wheel.
The wheel of dhamma, spinning faster and faster and soon we are going to become the higher that we already are, but in another way, in a higher way. Spinning so fast it sometimes made her anxious. Spinning in a way we can never foretell. The logic reasoning is only in the way. The intuition is higher, greater, deeper, like the great deep blue sea. Like an ocean of answers of questions still yet to be asked.
He stopped for awhile, his heart stopped beating, as she found him. He didn't seem to mind that she was utterly stressed,tired and exhausted from the long long journey. He didn't tell. Because she was to young, to unexperienced. He just told her about a meeting, but he didn't realise he was decieving himself. She could already read. She could already write. He didn't know she could already tell.
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