I was walking along as I always do, as I always have. The Oneness hummed.
I had been watching The Dance Of The Geometric Mean and listening to the sounds
of chanteuses singing the story of The Final Act Of Hope, and the encore.
I was contemplating the slow, noisy energy of shame when I noticed
something in a position of distance.
I intended to be nearer and there it was--
a companionway leading to what seemed to be a burst of highly defined energy.
I looked closer; it was unlike anything that I had ever witnessed.
"It is a single verse," said the voice of a Friend, "wherein separation can be completely believed."
"What?!" I responded in astonishment, "That is an incredible concept!
Inconceivable, if there was such a thing. What is it like?"
"There is only one way to truly know," answered the Friend.
I observed my feelings for an eon. Ah well, to be . . .
I stepped gingerly onto the rung.
I had been watching The Dance Of The Geometric Mean and listening to the sounds
of chanteuses singing the story of The Final Act Of Hope, and the encore.
I was contemplating the slow, noisy energy of shame when I noticed
something in a position of distance.
I intended to be nearer and there it was--
a companionway leading to what seemed to be a burst of highly defined energy.
I looked closer; it was unlike anything that I had ever witnessed.
"It is a single verse," said the voice of a Friend, "wherein separation can be completely believed."
"What?!" I responded in astonishment, "That is an incredible concept!
Inconceivable, if there was such a thing. What is it like?"
"There is only one way to truly know," answered the Friend.
I observed my feelings for an eon. Ah well, to be . . .
I stepped gingerly onto the rung.
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