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this is a letter and a story.

a letter, written to someone i never met on the train.

a story, written to recount the encounter we shared.

the story begins as i am on my way,

it’s not important where.

unaware of my doing so,

i am waiting.

for what or for whom is unclear until,

a cosmic accident occurs and

my eyes meet yours.

you smile at me invitingly but,

we are strangers to each other.

meaning, i cannot take you openly in my arms

and words will only limit us.

you must have sensed my disappointment.

with such graceful subtlety

you whisper to me with your stare.

saying only things we can share.

a silent exchange of understanding transpires.

in an instant,

i am Empty.

struck by a realization so profound in its subtlety.

just as a mighty tsunami wave crashes down on the beach of a sleepy island town somewhere in the Pacific,

laying waste to all dwellings and inhabitants,

a great awareness cleanses my spirit as i share this subtle moment with you.

i see now, there is no romance in a kiss;

no romance in conversation;

no romance in desire.

i am grateful at this moment.

you depart suddenly when the train stops and i feel no despair,

no sense of longing or discontent.

i am still Empty;

still Satisfied

with the image of you

and the memory of our silent exchange.

i see now that this Emptiness,

this Satisfaction, is my deepest joy and

Greed is the only source of unhappiness in the world.

you taught me this.

someone i never met on the train.

‘The Dream’ by Pablo Picasso

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