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The Road Goes Ever On and On... Stop the world! I wanna get on!


Delightful_FOOL
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Orange Sap and Lovely Tears
I cry my lovely tears like droplets of orange sap in the setting sun.

The sun was orange today and everything was sepia toned. It was beautiful. Things have been like that lately. The sunsets, anyway. The other day it was pink and before that a soft, soft orange. But today's was a deep, rustic, orange, almost brown. I went outside to enjoy it and I saw the pine tree standing proud and tall like a sentiant in our yard. I realized that I don't give it the appreciation it deserves. It's one of my favorite, if not the most favorite, things about this house. There's trees everywhere! They cover up the entire face of the house. So, to show that I loved it and that I appreciate everything it does for this family, I hugged it. I stood there in the deep color of the setting sun, letting the sappy tears of a happy tree fall into my hair and on my hands and clothes.

And then Malcolm came outside and asked me what I was doing. And as he saw me holding that tree so close to me and we were so happy together, he called me a tree hugger and threatend to cut down the tree. And I realized that I'm a dieing bread. There aren't many Jasmines left in the world. I'm blessed enough to know a few and part of me wants to know them better. And then there's another part who would rather stand on the outside and look in and vaugly watch what all the Jasmines of the world are doing. I see them hugging trees and standing in wide-eyed wonderment at the smallest details of humanity and I like to think that I understand them. That that's all I need to say I know them. But, they're Jasmines and that's only a fraction of their personality. There's so much more to them that I will never know and I content myself to saying I would rather look at what makes us the same than what makes us different. I choose to look at non-Jasmines for the differences. It's better to find a likeness in a non-Jasmine than in a Jasmine. It's more surprising, and I do so love surprises.

I like to ride the bus and find people like and not like me. It makes me happy. I don't like to talk with them, I like to watch them. I watch how they interact with the people they're sitting with and the bus driver and I like to see where they get off and make up stories about where they're going. Sometimes I listen, but it's always less exciting when I do. The other day a couple sat next to me. The man loved the woman very much, more than she loved him. The way he looked at her with all the deep adoration a soul could muster, as if to say that a word from her--a glance, a smile--would mean more than all the gold and jewels in the world, made my day. I thought of it all throughout my Downtown Adventure and things seemed better. The sun a little brighter, the air a little fresher, the grass a little sweeter. The world is a bitter place and I like to see that there are still thsoe that love with every fiber. It's one thing to do it yourself or to personally know and see those you know fall in love, and it's another to see complete strangers in love. To see them sitting on the bus together and discussing the events the day may bring. I love them for loving. I love the human race for loving. To be one of the few animals in the world that can look at another and love. To want to be with another for a reason other than mating and furthering the species. That is how love can existit.

For those who don't believe, look around you! Love is everywhere all the time! Brothers love thier sisters and bees love the flowers and the Jasmine loves the trees and their lovely, sappy tears that drip orange in the sepia sunset. The artist loves the world around for all the beautiful things that stand out in the ugliness and depravity. And the poet loves to say the words to make the air sparkle with magic and make life worth living, even when you have to fall prey to the Coorperate Suck-Waesles. And the Musician loves to sing the words of the poet. And the Jasmine loves to cry the tears of the poet and musician and artisit and dreamer and lovers and fighters and all the people of the world. The Jasmine loves all the special little things about humanity that make it impossible to hate it. "Always love! Hate will get you everytime!"

I want to grok as many people as I possibly can. Grokking is the most amazing feeling in the world. I want all the Water Brothers I can handle, because it's a wonderful feeling to know that there's someone out there you can tell absolutely anything and everything to and they'll still love and accept you for it. To have someone you can share all your fears, joys, and sorrows with. To know that there's people out there that aren't Jasmines who will still understand you and you'll understand them, but they'll still surprise you in everything they do. To know the worst of their anger and still love them. Grokking is loving at it's deepest and purest. I want to grok. I want to drink deep of them and know every inch of them! To grok every inch of just one person, let alone many, would be a truely wonderful thing. And their thoughts and feeling will be all I need to sustain me. Their tears of joy shall be the sweetest water, those of sorrow the most bitter, and when they love, I shall love too.




 
 
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