Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Tonight the moon was so bright, at midnight it was not even dark. I wandered into the kitchen for some sleepytime tea. Niko also arrived there. So we had tea together and went outside into the garden that was illuminated by the silvery light. We talked of grand and deep things like what time is and if it is real, what is taste and sound? Are there other universes where senses unknown to us are perceived? Is it even possible to imagine what they might be. We just stood under the silvery moon and wondered about what is. And then we felt sleep calling us again, and said goodnight, wishing each other happy dreams.
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Yes, yes. And this is a poem, the best kind, without trying to be a poem.
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