Guest guest Posted April 3, 2004 Report Share Posted April 3, 2004 What could I tell you, you don't already know. I could imagine something, today, and you could do as if, you never had heard it before. Actually, everything I say is new, vestal, primordial and genuine. Despite all you probably could say, these words you are reading now, have been put for the first time, after millions and millions of kalpas, today, infront of your eyes. Since the beginning of all, known and unknown universes, in exactly the order, you are reading them now. Imbedded in time and space, just for the pleasure of, being reflected on your iris. You recognize only the part you know, that what matches with a memory; wearing the same clothes every day, no surprise can enter your heart. This overwhelming diversity frightens you endlessly, and fills your heart with sadness. This overwhelming freshness, where everything stays and passes, moment to moment, is unbearable for this little and broken heart. The sordid routine of expectancy, collecting teardrops day after day, season after season and year by year, has finally ended, today, for you. Sitting there in stillness, you have found the way back to me. The peregrinations in saffron, the solitude on the bank of that river; A murder of crows has left your heart, today. What could I tell you, you don't already know? Everything, today and tomorrow. sk Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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