It was rather
when I awoke. At first I
was almost unconscious
"What is that?" said I.
A girl of about thirteen was standing before me
with a peculiar expression;
She couldn't believe
[You don't know me. No one knows me.]
But she sighed deeply.
and I felt a deep
Echo of the woman.
[even amidst fierce flames
the golden lotus can be planted]
"She is dead," said one. "No, she is not," said another.
"life is very uncertain," said a fourth.
This body only appears to be a
envelope of mystery a
bundle of paradoxes...
She looked startled when I stared up into her eyes;
Her blue eyes were shining as
drove through the rough hilly
Mountain View Road through a forest of pines,
Is that your heart beating?
I undressed, and plunged
into energy and promise
sometimes so intense, so personal,
from which I emerged
my whole world in a glow
with delicious sensation.
why or how this happened. From that
moment everything has been transformed
a symphony of
This is her reaction: Mmmm,
If every tip of every hair on me could speak,
I still couldn't say my gratitude.
Created: Feb 17, 2010Document Media