"we are wired that way", the teacher said to the pupil who asked "why are we weird?" the pupil said they'll disperse for the day and she will have another question or a story for the teacher for another time. the thankful teacher nodded in peace, eyes closed for the light was beginning to break. a hum inside their chests "you may find me in all places, all beings and all things, in smooth maneuvers, in aesthetic things, in the ease of everything that is comfortable i am a rustic friend. in anxieties, waiting suspenses, niggles and worries, halting crises - the trials of fortitude, you learn something more than i could teach, hence please think kindly about me, because i have showed you what i think about being..." these unsaid words stretched as an invisible gossamer gown into which teacher and pupil belonged as equals one the counterpart of the other, one the complement of the other. to know this in essence was to get inside of a gossamer gown and to know it. the gossamer gown is a sheer gown so at all times it was necessary to be sober and one cannot play with your observer, your teacher, your element, anyway that was the custom, owing to rigorous necessities of a meandering multitude. if you lost out on the brimming gossamer gown, you got lots of other gowns, cotton, wool, jute. it takes a lot of delicateness to be in a gossamer gown. every person who is supposed to know that you have a gossamer gown already knows it full well and they need not be told again. as for others they will suspect it sometimes, guess it sometimes and know it sometimes, from their reflections, their meditations, questioning their sensibilities, touching their futures, touching other person's futures, prolonging the marvelous, sensing the joys of being touched, feeling harmonious in every note of __________

"we are wired that way", the teacher said to the pupil who asked "why are we weird?" the pupil said they'll disperse for the day and she will have another question or a story for the teacher for another time. the thankful teacher nodded in peace, eyes closed for the light was beginning to break. a hum inside their chests "you may find me in all places, all beings and all things, in smooth maneuvers, in aesthetic things, in the ease of everything that is comfortable i am a rustic friend. in anxieties, waiting suspenses, niggles and worries, halting crises - the trials of fortitude, you learn something more than i could teach, hence please think kindly about me, because i have showed you what i think about being..." these unsaid words stretched as an invisible gossamer gown into which teacher and pupil belonged as equals one the counterpart of the other, one the complement of the other. to know this in essence was to get inside of a gossamer gown and to know it. the gossamer gown is a sheer gown so at all times it was necessary to be sober and one cannot play with your observer, your teacher, your element, anyway that was the custom, owing to rigorous necessities of a meandering multitude. if you lost out on the brimming gossamer gown, you got lots of other gowns, cotton, wool, jute. it takes a lot of delicateness to be in a gossamer gown. every person who is supposed to know that you have a gossamer gown already knows it full well and they need not be told again. as for others they will suspect it sometimes, guess it sometimes and know it sometimes, from their reflections, their meditations, questioning their sensibilities, touching their futures, touching other person's futures, prolonging the marvelous, sensing the joys of being touched, feeling harmonious in every note of __________
by Syed Ahamed

January 02, 2016 at 08:28PM
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