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[Mar. 8th, 2012|09:41 pm]
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[annabellee]
The music played like a gentle wave sweeping the shoreline of her memory. Slowly, the piano, the violin, the conductor behind the soaring sound of birds in flight and hands in prayer, all helped to relieve her of the memories that made up her life. She sat still in a chair in the sunlight in mid-afternoon and thought about nothing. For once peace was upon her the way war normally falls upon the world. For the first time in her life, she was Buddha, she was the silence, she was that moment everyone speaks of but rarely ever experiences. That single moment where every other moment, and every star and every kind of love, is contained within an infinite void where nothing but everything exists in total harmony. There was the yin and the yang, the tao, the river flowing as naturally as the breath comes and goes from one living being to another. And she was on the river. She was the river and she was the flow, and for the first time in her life she realized that there did not need to be a separation between the two.
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