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A Young Man...


A young man came to me today. It wasn’t until he came knocking at my door that I caught a slow, boiling glimpse of a truth unfolding before me. It came as if destiny were unraveling like a woman’s curves in the wind, as if laughter were unfolding like a child tumbling in glee, nearest our inherent joy, Love.

His caramel eyes mesmerized at our dance, speechless at our kinship, motionless at our speech flowing from inside to out, to the other, bowing as equals in heaven.

Oh! I said! I am so thankful you dropped by, so glad we breathed of goodness come calling, dancing spirits, two, growing faiths, two, and the next, and the next, until belief joins hands and begins to move as one- one truth, one entity, one thing, one mind. One.

After eating some spaghetti, he cleaned up his place and entered to dance once again before he ventured on. To my delight, we expressed Love for one another, and then he vanished into the liquid pavement.

Creation works in mysterious ways.


© 2011 by mark prime

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