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Written by Lina Ru
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[ We are called majicans, although before we were called humans.
“Why majicans?” A voice asked me.
“We had great understandings as a civilization.” I answered.
“Understandings? You mean… knowledge?” The voice asked me again appearing clearer with each word he pronounced.
“No.”
“What is the difference?” He asked as his face became more lit.
“Knowledge means words and concepts, therefore it is limited. Understanding means to us unification because we comprehend whatever arises in our minds.” I answered.
“How did humans become majicans?”
“They lost fear. Losing fear is the first step toward loving, and dissolving limits.”
“Why were they afraid?”
“I imagine there were times when they couldn’t let go. They felt certainty holding on things or ideas, so tight… They fought wars defending their psychological security.” I answered him. ]
Discovering fright,
time consumes my flight,
there is no place like your spirit
to hold me tight.
Clouds are dancing
the return of your heart
to my lovely eyes.
Rainbows are playing
with our caresses,
so we can glow,
free from the clock
that seems to break
us apart.
Hold me tight,
and grasp me back.
Never leaving as love is tight,
as love is in my eyes.
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