The Mystics New Eyeglasses: A Deeper Vision

To melt into a crowd of dancing dervishes or, in a Brazilian rock concert; one with eve. Autumn is a time to take a break from the action and spend some moments reflecting on what was achieved over the past year. But dear one, soon we will all be together in the ocean deep. The end of this road is its beginning.

There is no destination beyond. I wish you well, my love: Ride the rainbow of your adolescent dreams, knowing that your roots are deep and strong in the depth of my soul; knowing that your deepest love is within you; knowing that I am always there wit. The sun sets on the ocean, smiling at its own beauty. You who gaze at this kaleidoscopic color spectacular, do you know my joy or my pain?

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I, in you, explode with the love of the discovery of the unity of all galaxies. Clouds dance on my head. I lift them with the energy of your love. I go deep into the ocean of unknown mysteries as sun sinks in the sea.

I lie within you. Autumn of My Life.

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In the autumn of my life I am surrounded by love and beauty; a history of fearless generosity, given to me through the generations of sages from Mesopotamia and beyond. It is a true blessing to be touched by so many refi.

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A particle in the sunbeam, dancing on the random wind of destiny. You bumped into me and knocked me off my balance. I dance to the rhythm of your body, a ship with no anchor, singing the silent song of my bewilderment in that vast vacuum: The naked moon in the forest green washes the trees through the air. The redwood trees dance with the wind, blowing pollen everywhere.

There is an orgy in the air. Perfection is hidden away in the soul of every tree. Evolution, go away; the redwood trees will show the way. The true lesson is no mystery. Surrender is the only way. When trees dance with the wind,. Curled up in the archway of a dark world, I hung my head, holding the secret of my unique structure, a secret not visible even to my own mind.

I hope for serenity, but a mumbling drunk poet pounds at my temples — a dull pain enters. The muffled sound of an incomprehensible pining echoes in and out of my head. In search of a friend; what friend? The one lost in the labyrinth of his own uniqueness cut off from me and all? A Man in the Rain. He keeps a stiff upper lip. He is a man, but what about the little boy inside, that flower drowned in the smell of love, that sissy?

A man should kill to deserve a lover, anthropologists with shriveled testes have concluded, on their lonely trips. No, I not only love all women, men, lamb, mouse, moose, I love the smell of the Earth and the rain kisses on my cheeks, that protect my manhood and give my salty tears a t. A Deeper Vision, written in English and Farsi. Sam frowned disapprovingly and a little mother hennish while he did that pitying head tilt that said he clearly should have been the older brother, because his actual older brother was completely incapable of taking care of himself when Samuel It's- Sam Winchester clearly could run the entire show with one hand tied behind his back and the other carrying a wounded dog into a vet's office.

Grossly unfair , Sammy, Dean tsked to himself in righteously insulted protest, but as Sam reached out a large hand to flick Dean's glasses back onto the bridge of his nose and Dean automatically drew back at the contact, he couldn't help but think that maybe sometimes Sammy was sort of right and he shouldn't be on the front lines.

Thank God his mountain of a brother for once in his life did. Graduated with honors, actually, taking high marks in "All your friends are dead" and "Good, 'cause I was just being honest. Sam, because he was too smart to not be graciously gifted with the last word in every conversation. Sam, who Dean achingly knew he would never be able to give the life he deserved, the life Dean had tried so hard to provide for him and the life he might have still had if he'd just been able to let his big brother go into the literal waiting arms of Death in a Mexican restaurant like Dean had been so prepared to do.

New and improved Sammy Winchester, feeling and emoting and watching out for his big brother like he'd been born to it, like Dean was the one who had been bundled up and shoved into Sam's arms and become the single most awesome and terrible responsibility Sam had ever been given. He was going to fall asleep if he didn't move soon, but moving had suddenly stretched into an impossible task - insurmountable, even. Gonna take a Hand of God to move him now. Sam reached for Dean's beer then seemed to think the better of it, mumbling something about venereal disease that had Dean's hand flopping up in a vaguely protesting manner even though the maneuver seemed to drain any flailing reserves that hadn't yet made it to the lifeboats.

Okay, yeah, Sam assented reluctantly, it was a low blow.

Dean had, as far as Sam knew - which was already and would forever be too much - always been careful about his tryst partners; well, except that one time with the Amazon chick because Dean. So Sam switched tactics, hoping Dean would let it slide, knowing he probably would because after all these years protect Sammy was still his brother's irrepressible driving force.

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