The truth is hidden like a jewel at the bottom of a lake. The searcher must dive to the very beginnings of time to retrieve it, but the weeds obscure his way and the glint of the sun's reflection in the waters can easily confuse. But dive deeper - for as long as he can hold his breath he can search, and he will eventually find it.
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Like moths confused by streetlamps.
'One night the moon appeared'
ayyoo...this is all too sweet :P :D
whaaaaaaaaa?
aww. diving each day with each breath deeper into love with you, me and the universe.
causing ripples of love that eventually point to the stillness of life, all pervading balance.
:P
haven't been to yours as well. and you haven't been writing all that much! would you believe this is where i found you and shilo!
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