You walk aheadI follow your long shadowCalling your name.Looking back at me you smile.The setting sunBehind you for a moment.And then you turn.A moment’s hesitationPaled by the final leap inThe dark shadows.I call your name, arms outstretched.Strange forebodingSweetening life.
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I was told that ancient Hindus allowed time for everything. In life one was expected to experience all the emotions – joy, sadness, anger, fear, hope, betrayal – and that, they believed, was the key to self-realisation. As an apparent…