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Created on: September 28, 2008
Wisdom
Once a wise man asked me,
"Can you describe the complete
and utter existence of unbridled passion,
that of outright adoration for another soul?"
To him I replied,
"To cherish another's heart is to accept and respect.
Far from mundane,
it's the sparkling newness of crisp dew-covered dawn.
To gauge the wholeness,
the ultimate, uncut desire
is to observe nature free from human hunters."
The man thought. He nodded and agreed.
"But," he said
"Can you tell me how it feels?"
Confused, I continued.
"It feels as though I've just been born.
I know I'm alive; blood rushes in my veins.
Warmth envelopes my limbs,
and it sucks me inside out...exposing all.
I'm a vulnerable being, drowning
in a sea of comfort and bliss.
The world seems full of motion-slowing liquid.
Time diminishes- I don't know when it will resume"
Without delay, I turn and run.
I ignore the calls of the wise man,
he pleads and begs for me to return.
I can feel the empty barren pit residing in my stomach.
In search of the arms of that special soul,
I speak out loud to myself,
"I know how it feels to encounter the truth,
that of pure energy and electricity."
I sense the bond between our skins as they unite as one.
A short and painless shock awakens me...
I am confronted by you.
We embrace and our skins again become one.
I smile to myself and think of the wise man.
To him I speak aloud, "wise man you are wise.
I won't question or doubt.
But, I know the rapture, the absolute delight in love.
For I have experienced the complete and utter existence of unbrindled passion.
That of outright adoration for another soul."
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