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Wednesday, August 10, 2005


   Trust and assorted others
Imagine, if you will, a delicate place, a tender place, where the world no longer matters, where time no longer exists, or if it does, it, too, no longer matters. A place where all that matters is flow and rhythm. A place where the entire universe is this flow, this rhythm. Then you will know, you will understand, will begin to see what it was like. What it could be like, what it should be like. This is the place I have found, continually find, as often as possible. It draws me, calls to me, becons like an oasis in the driest of deserts. I crave this place more than food, more that water, more than air. Amazingly, it is always there, waiting for me, calling to me, welcoming me. I am never far from it, it is my life, how could I stray. Every time I return, I am welcome with open arms, with a gentle embrace that lets me know I was missed and am welcome beyond the ablity of words to express, though words try to express. I am needed here, wanted, desired. Together, we become whole.

I do love my walkman...maybe too much ;)

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