How many stones must one step, to go ahead, to walk and go from where life leads from a nameless address ending your stay soon to walk on a flawless floorless place of dimensionless unfelt stone? All you begin is stepping on tiny little specks of sand on the ground, and feel the many little worlds trodden beneath your tiny feet. Some often step on airy limestone which looks like a shadow on the ground, having no surface other than that of the uneven sand beneath the cold felt surface like walking on a shallow sea.
Now when the surface hides from the brightly lit colours and the seeing is hidden from the physical self, take a road less travelled along the extra dimension of the untouched endless boundary. Feel the unseen tease under your barefoot walking on nowhere that never touches between your mind and soul. Walk on a road that never ends and a pace that is never slow leading a forever of uncertain miles. There seems no beginning or end but a seamless always of hazy moments and through reflections in a wringing rain is the only means you feel a passerby, who is but anyone else.
Along this road you meet me once when you traverse over your unobserved self. How one knows me is not by chance but as if though travelling the whole way together along as one. What if I am you and the stone you step is again the same one concealed within yourself. Have you ever felt amity linking you and the one you step on? They mimic just like the ink between the seal and the paper that entraps you, unnoticed ignored and most of the time invisible to the other side.
A reverie seldom seen is the road less travelled but real are us who live in each other forever as one and fancy a cuddle whenever the wind chuckles.
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