WALK A WAY
WE CAN GO... HIGHER. HIGHER.
And I look up, while sitting next to the lake, listening to the waves hitting the shore and watching the stars lurking from the dark sky. And suddenly, the beauty hits me, like I could see it all without the veil and could hear the sound of the waves, every sound, almost like it's touching me. And standing closer to the lake, right on the edge, I could almost melt and disappear within them. We are loosing so much being lost in thinking, in future and in the past, no matter how distant or not the story is, in the mind it is never here, mostly it is next, or what's next, so we are a thought away from what is. I almost forget I could find myself in that state - you spoke of my experience from Rishikesh, I tried to remember the feeling, and suddenly - I am here.
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The words come like a voice, when you watch the sky and you close your eyes for a minute.
You may begin to hear the voice speaking to you, you know it's there but you have no idea where does it comes from, it's the first time you hear it, yet it seems ridiculously familiar. You feel as each word approaches you with both excitement and simultaneous impatience of another one, and you know, this is... it. It wash over and nourishes your being, until it fades away, just as it has never happened. You slowly open your eyes in both confusion and amazement, as something such significant appeared that you are not sure as if that actually, really happened... |