The stream sang, the waft danced, and I was a bemused spectator. The music was exclusively for me, it was for the solitary me that the air and water had come together to caress and to sing a lullaby; alas the reverie was broken as a heavy truck honked loudly on the highway.
I am ammused listening to the gentle steps of the passing moments, I talk to the minutes as they chug down non-challantly like a friend departing with the slow train on the platform.
I discussed what conditions and conditioning is. It is interesting how very often when I declare that I wish to do things or I wish to tread this path by my own conditions I overlook the conditions that are unwittingly being imposed upon those around me. The irony of the entire situation is that while I live by my conditions I demand unconditioned love.
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"The irony of the entire situation is that while I live by my conditions I demand unconditioned love."
Beautiful n so true.
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