Light shimmering on the liquid glass in the ocean... with the zephyr which moves over it like a cool moonlight...
There he sowed two seeds of life, distant yet one... separated by acts, yet able to manifest in one thought...
A tree called life would grow out of it, called by the ocean as an union... and then when pulled apart, one seed asked another...
Many a questions i have, answer me this...why would we be away yet pulled together ? to which the other seed replied...
We are neither away, nor together... we are one and have always been this way... and so it is our making...
To be pulled towards... yet one may decide to drift away... in the cycle which ceases to end... we choose... we choose... we choose...!!!
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