A personified life would be an understatement to the ever flourishing experience one can attain in a life time.
A place in the pacific is certainly a start of. Splurged in the middle of French Polynesia ... An island where beauty is perfect with no flaw and yet realistic.The modern garden of Eden, this time no serpent or restrictions ...the palm trees swayed obeying the dynamics and whispered to one another ....like rumours.
How gracious were the movement, so momentous like an ice skater. The landscape perspective was as scenic as Japanese theme music as smothering and as pacifying as a leather sofa. The palmy trees lay right under the sun, an atmosphere reminding one of the monsoon and semi- tropical environ.
Sleeping on my bamboo bed I felt like God was my neighbor. The serenity that accompanied the dark clouds where totally welcomed. The soothing massage from the bamboo bed sent all the inner impurities on vacation.
How embracing and tickly were the drizzling raindrops. The sands stole impress of my feet and the water washed away her items ......Dwelling in the Polynesia, dining with the lost gods and goddess and waking up and feeling as joyous as a fulfilled mind. This is planet earth without uranium or collapsing ozone layer but with wonderment and likeness of God. A nobody but yet somebody, a subject for religious constrain and conflict
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