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Running Across You Had No Prelude, But..

Meeting somebody is always so out of the blue, feeling out of the blue does never deserve meeting.


Meeting must change the all mind beforehand we had even things felt so necessary, switching power could be said meeting, no doing power of it must never be called meeting.


Meeting is assorted. But any meeting has momentary decision to what contacts us who approached by the oneself subjectively in accepting the one’s request or temptation of us.


Immediate denial vanishes the rarely coming chance to meet any other one who is so distinctive to us essentially.


But strangely the one whom we have only refusal hardly approaches us, ordinarily.


Rather, when we don’t have any emotion to meet somebody, meeting must come to us by itself in no prelude.


As soon as meeting would be set, a tune never heard before and ever in life for us begins to sound close to our own ears, it’s so amazing.
All stories start to begin in accidentally sounding music, music is completed only with our own listening with our mind, our mind is another instrument and another singer.


Time does never tell us anything previously especially around the meeting, coz meeting must be created with approaching one and approached one in spontaneous consensus, nature only offers us just only trigger, what we think so precious must be created with our own consensus, thus time must tell nothing to us, it must be absolute neutral to everything as all being in universe.


Life constantly by itself runs to uncertain destination.
Our individually own destination constantly be altered in direction’s change, it easily is turned to another, just only our will and intending mind must decide the destination’s location, whereabout especially for us.
Any outcome, sequel must be the payoff of our own mind had prior to the arrival of destination.


And destination’s aspect never knows in our mind and society.


Just there’s meeting for anybody, and the one who is noticed to it is just only one, coz of it, it means meeting, so meeting is consistently so private and individual, never that thing must never be called meeting.


Meeting must be accompanied with parting, just both of them are in daily time line but its time line is never along with scenario, it must flatly even to any happening, just coz of it time is just absolute time in evenness and flatness to all things happen in world and universe.


But we, riding on the time line must make us own melody and rhythm, with our hope, wish, and memory around the passed time line for us privately.


Our melody and rhythm are anytime so unique, according to each momentary distinction we always have own melody and rhythm, these are our creating things never be offered by other ones, and time line must be silent only in transporting us in itself with minutely switching any now making pasts spent now’s accumulation.


We only can observe and witness all each momentary melody and rhythm along with time line and its confirmation making ourselves assimilate to it in no delaying, no losing the chance to ride on, just we are making so cooperatively to all others or not, assimilating ones with smartly according to group and deviant outcasts or sort of socially desperado are even in time line, coz assimilating object is never always the group or social association, it could be either both renegades and sympathizers simultaneously welcome the same new morning, it is either another absolute truth, and only time line is so silent in never arbitrating nor intervening to anything.


How can today finish?
If I aske today, it must never answer anything, in no reply, no reacting, but I know it so well, coz of it either I could be nothing but myself probably in tomorrow.


Probably tomorrow must tell nothing to all of us, it must listen to all voice from any mind telling nobody in world, we are the absolute adjusters to make us ride on so spontaneously time line’s shifting from one now to another now, coz time line must be dispatch from God.


My time at a degree as soon as you approached me started to begin its true meant shifting and passing with accumulating own memory to my mind, just it means genuinely the meeting.


Everything must be started with true meant encounter in life, anybody is awaked to it probably since infantile days in life, anybody must be ready for its particular moment.


What song can today play?
What memory around its song leave me, today?


Probably even today must never reply to my question, coz its answer must be found by myself, as well as any other ones.


How can tomorrow offer me another meeting, it must never tell me forever, either it must be discovered by myself, l know it so well, too, but just coz of it, time is either a friend of mine, time is time coz it could tell no one anything, thus it is absolute friend to all of us.


Tomorrow never knows, but we probably anytime are ready for catching it in mind, it is the absolute mind for each one.
Coz, life is consistently on own stage for anybody with no rehearsal.


Tomorrow’s scenario must never be offered by anything, even time itself coz of it, we are us as the absolute mind travelers in universe.
(Nov. 5th., 8th. 2019)