A rainy day, walking on the side of the costal road, palm trees, the body is straight, connected, muscles sustaining bones, the ones which will remain a little bit longer after all the matter is gone; will my spirit will want to stay here, in this Island, a little bit longer too? There is sand, on the asphalt, rough, levigated, and patches of brownish rain water, my slippering sqeeky flip flops accompanying the steps; now a little bit of breeze: it is going to rain again? Cooler air taking over the humidity, a couple of roosters shouting gratitude, and my Self, connected, a total presence within, expanding, encompassing the abysses of the sea and its surface, the top of the palm trees and their roots; and all the rest. I am whole, I am One, I can feel it, do all others beings feel the same? I hope so. Can they all hear the sweet tender voice of this little child sitting next to me, a soul, allowed to be authentic, a blessing, like Koh Phangan, this Island, where energy prevails over ma...
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