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amicablenemesis — The Fool Who
Published: 2007-02-08 03:36:45 +0000 UTC; Views: 70; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 1
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“Who’s in the forest st~r~oll~ing? The birds and the bees sing Mo~mi~ji. The frogs in the pond are ca~ll~ing..?”The sweet melody of society’s ignorance filtered through the leaves and wooded areas.
The wonderful stupidness bring unfound joy despite.
Despite the steadily falling rain.
Though the traveling fool felt the rain flow through itself, straight to the one, the fool continued on her merry way.
The traveler followed the red string.
The red string that was attached to her left wrist.
“The trees raise their leaves to~ge~a~ther. Who needs the sun when we’ve got you?” sang the fool.
The fool followed with unfaltering trust the red string attached to the left wrist.
The entire time singing with unbound pleasures at the ignorance of life.
Not caring where she was going.
Not caring whom to.
Not letting anything affect the peace she had discovered in her natural stupidity.
But not after a short time a song of foreign and complex melody overtook the silly tone.
A passion rose out from a clearing ahead and flowed through the red string and into the Traveling Fool.
Temporarily engulfed in the unknown and the unexperienced the traveling fool took off at a run.
Instinct awoke in the fool and she desired to know.
Each and every note sung out to the fool’s body.
Urging her to move, to act, to be more then a wandering fool who traveled without a care.
Still following the string, the glorious music, and these blooming desires, the scampering fool rounded the last bend.
Bheld was a beauty who danced with unrivaled, power and grace.
The strength of a man and he gentle touch of a woman.
The dancing figure with indistinguishable features held he glow of enlightenment.
The brow shone of one who understood all.
Held the countenance of one who had reached the end of the never ending.
Reached the last of the cycle of reincarnation.
It was no doubt to the traveler that this dancer would reach nirvana:
This being who danced otherworldly in time with such foreign and compelling music, knew.
They knew.
This wise being that graced the world with it’s presence in movement dwarfed the fool.
The fool felt desire well, bubble, and flow.
The presence of OM filled the clearing and cleansed the wooded area of rain.
And filled myself with awe.
Just then, the red string broke as the dancer slipped.
