Saturday, September 13, 2008
A pearilous journey of thoughts...
She sat sheltered by the shadows of the wavering umbrella with nothing more than a minut insight into what lay ahead. Her golden hair glistened with the reflected light. The sun was now setting and the moon appeared as the dawn of daybreak ended. Fine course granuetes of sand were ingrained in the golden girls smooth, silky skin. As her eyes glared; fixed at an unknown point in the horizon where the horizontal ocean meets the the sky, she feel, subcumb and numb to the events which were surround. A wedding party made way, and as calps, chants, and cheers, of happiness came closer, so to, did the tears. The shade could only shelter her sorrow momentarily.
As children laughed, screamed, and played; so to, did all the adults around. But one, in particular, unflinched by humans meanuduring to and fro, had stopped remarkably close to medidate. The golden girl watched with admiration, starring with gentle curiousity. What could this woman, this figure of existance be focused upon?
So, she too, decided to to try to practice a forum of meditation. At the very point where her mind began to rumble and stir, the sky opened and unveiled the slightest hint of the cloudy white moon.
It had taekn her all day, to come to peace with her intermost personal turmoil and the long, jadded walk from the evening before had brought much pain. The lymphatic leg and the previous night's moonlite walk brought about hopes with romantic ferver, which often swallowed and enveloped her. Her longing and desire to share the beauty of nature and life; within love, would be one, that she would continue to silently long for.
Her perilous journey seemed frivolous ~ to many, and even to herself. Her quixotic quest was impervious to all. She didn't feel as though, she were dying ~ all but the contrare. She was supremely alive. She had become one with nature; but uncertainty had set in, as the nature of human relations. Was she merely alone with these thoughts? Had she become more introverted than in her delicate youth?
~These days brought upon many unanswered questionable thoughts~...
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