A trip to the Quad
It takes about 3 hours to get there.
And when you are there you think you are not but you actually are.
The sounds emanate from the surroundings help you connect with your fellow mates who went with you.
There was a guide that knew his way around, grooving to the beat, being at one with the vibrations. His fingers and body trembled and contorted in sync with the music as he smiled contentedly at us, leaving us to discover the way.
some of us were lost and trapped in our own frustrations, some of us were at ease, some of us were interested in shapes while i was interested in life itself.
And I saw the frame that i was in. And i saw the beauty of the woods. Every cherry blossom petal that fell, every bee that hovered and looked upon me i could see them clearly. It was not looking for trouble, it was observing, and then it left a trail when it flew off.
I saw how the world pulsated in the garden, how each wind and vibrations set the petals moving, how the bees too moved in the pattern of the wind. Everytime a gust came the world moved in unison to it.
And everyone else who were in the park ebbed and flowed in synchronisation and I realised that all along i had been an observer, out of place, and out of touch with everything and everyone that i knew.
And when you are there you think you are not but you actually are.
The sounds emanate from the surroundings help you connect with your fellow mates who went with you.
There was a guide that knew his way around, grooving to the beat, being at one with the vibrations. His fingers and body trembled and contorted in sync with the music as he smiled contentedly at us, leaving us to discover the way.
some of us were lost and trapped in our own frustrations, some of us were at ease, some of us were interested in shapes while i was interested in life itself.
And I saw the frame that i was in. And i saw the beauty of the woods. Every cherry blossom petal that fell, every bee that hovered and looked upon me i could see them clearly. It was not looking for trouble, it was observing, and then it left a trail when it flew off.
I saw how the world pulsated in the garden, how each wind and vibrations set the petals moving, how the bees too moved in the pattern of the wind. Everytime a gust came the world moved in unison to it.
And everyone else who were in the park ebbed and flowed in synchronisation and I realised that all along i had been an observer, out of place, and out of touch with everything and everyone that i knew.
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