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Crackings of Shells
...And here I am, once again, in the midst of a Misty River, lost, in the search of what is most intimate to me, myself, till’ I witnessed a fallen seed coming into being again, in the form of a tree, a plant, a new life, an unborn form, that was the meteor, flashing across a starry night, carrying the message, that I, was nowhere to be sought...I sat in deep silence, gazing far-off into the horizon, and undefined depths of the cosmos, I sat, I melted into everything that is, and when the bird’s tweaking echoes near, it dawned on, on what? That I, finally, was in no need to indulge in the hasty business, of seeking who I was, am and will be, because, Alas! the place that was sought, is the same as the one where I have always been.