writing exercise #27/right now

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Precisely

No two snowflakes are alike, except that

they are both snowflakes.

And that's why you and I can be friends

because we have That much to share.

And That much is good, Great enough for me..

Great, like when you stare into their eyes and without words and sounds you are in complete agreement and synch. not even that thought "are we really thinking the same things?"

Silence shared in bliss.

Bliss shared in silence.

Silent, like the sound of you falling

after you blamed gravity for your failed ......

Now, you don't fall senselessly.

And love is always greater when felt and shared unconditionally.

total. absolute. thorough.

Rigorous, like that time when you took advantage of sleep

and then dreaming was taken from you.

And your eyes rolled to the back of your head and

studied each one of your thoughts and actions

in disgust anger and fright

and you had to do something about these nightmares.

So. you picked up the Book and started running

at the speed of Life,

because Life had already left the station

so you jumped on where you could. Thank God.

Perfect, like that time the greens in the leaves were so brilliant and lush

that the air and everything it hit became fresh and verdant too.

And you became the trees -

Graceful and Generous and Quiet and Steadfast.

Vivid, like when my mom and dad are together

and the harmony, the unimaginable harmony the lies ahead

and i'm nothing but excited for my future.

Like always, the future is on mind

and I try so hard, on my tip-toes, peering straight ahead, searching for Next

that I forget all the magic and the love and the color and the flowers that are Now.

Sometimes, I even look behind me, blinders on,

studying the indications, plans and atlas that got me to Now.

Then to Now to Next.

Like Next, where I'm so scared that it won't feel like home.

And I'll have to call it house or apartment or.

Afraid of living in an object and not a state.

does that make sense? it doesn't have to.

Like that time that girl told me, "you don't have to understand me"

and then everything had more significance.

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also:

if you haven't read The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry there is piece of gold missing from your life that you are unaware of. After you read this book you well feel the gold and realize that life is much better with it's existence.

a taste:

 "Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."