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A fortune teller, a bounty hunter. Always looking, always anticipating, trying to predict.
A wave is something already begun but yet to come. Search the horizon. Will it be mine? It could be mine, I want it, I need it. A moment from time rolling towards the future, to its end, to its conclusion. Sometimes shyly, almost unseen. Sometimes ominous, dark and powerful.
Can I be where it reveals itself, can I be there? Over there. Yes, this could be it. I've waited all my life it seems for this. The meeting of moments. The coming together, the birth or maybe a death. Not birth for the wave, for it was born long ago. So, a new birth for me whilst I hitch a ride on the back of death, ride the death throes of the wave.
I join the wave. The past and the future become the present. The mental and the physical are dancing in liquid. A birth, a life, a death. And I want to do it all again, and again, and again for ever.
There is moment that spiritual masters talk about, when past and present disolve, only the present exists and you have a very clear understanding of reality. I think it is supposed to happen during birth, death, orgasm and when sneezing... perhaps, also during wave riding... I think that's what you might be describing... The goal is to make that moment extend longer and longer until you're fully enlightened.
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