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I believe in soul connection, with all my soul. I believe that two people can meet and there exists between them an almost palpable haze of connectedness and connectivity that connects them... like a beam of sunlight piercing the warm, glistening raindrops of a summer storm and producing a rainbow of such dazzling brilliance that I am weeping just thinking of its perfect simplicity and innate beauty. When I see ducks in the springtime swimming in pairs, how connected they are, how their adorable avian souls are locked into a divine tango right there in that little pond, I smile wistfully and think, how lovely to be a duck, to have that sense of intimacy with a mate and be immersed in nature's perfect completion, swimming though the ponds of time and space to another realm, a realm of no bodies, no thought, just souls mingling in the universe's grandeur. I want my soul connection to be like wild horses running gracefully over the grassy plains, every hoofbeat affirming that yes, yes, we belong together. Staring into each others' eyes for hours at a time, reading our past lives in the rich tapestry of our soul mate's face. Yes, connectedness exists, of that I'm certain, and it transcends dinner and all the material limitations of this world, and simply exists as a glowing sphere of light between us. The arch of a rainbow has a beginning, middle and end, yet the colors remain vivid at every supple curve of its majestic light-bridge. So it will be with us; the colors of our souls will be dazzling to us both from the moment we meet until the moment our rainbow vanishes. Come, soul mate, and discover this journey of light with me. No smokers, drinkers or amazons please. Also no fatties, sorry, oh - and you should probably make a lot of money... and... hello... hello...
I believe in soul connection, with all my soul. I believe that two people can meet and there exists between them an almost palpable haze of connectedness and connectivity that connects them... like a beam of sunlight piercing the warm, glistening raindrops of a summer storm and producing a rainbow of such dazzling brilliance that I am weeping just thinking of its perfect simplicity and innate beauty. When I see ducks in the springtime swimming in pairs, how connected they are, how their adorable avian souls are locked into a divine tango right there in that little pond, I smile wistfully and think, how lovely to be a duck, to have that sense of intimacy with a mate and be immersed in nature's perfect completion, swimming though the ponds of time and space to another realm, a realm of no bodies, no thought, just souls mingling in the universe's grandeur. I want my soul connection to be like wild horses running gracefully over the grassy plains, every hoofbeat affirming that yes, yes, we belong together. Staring into each others' eyes for hours at a time, reading our past lives in the rich tapestry of our soul mate's face. Yes, connectedness exists, of that I'm certain, and it transcends dinner and all the material limitations of this world, and simply exists as a glowing sphere of light between us. The arch of a rainbow has a beginning, middle and end, yet the colors remain vivid at every supple curve of its majestic light-bridge. So it will be with us; the colors of our souls will be dazzling to us both from the moment we meet until the moment our rainbow vanishes. Come, soul mate, and discover this journey of light with me. No smokers, drinkers or amazons please. Also no fatties, sorry, oh - and you should probably make a lot of money... and... hello... hello...
