He broke down.
He returned to the bamboo shock shacks in deep rutted fields. Under cover. She wasn't there. Massage love called a sprite of 25 wearing flower ring on her finger. Silver with seven petals. Open. Consternation in his weak heart. He felt the sense of loss. Accept loss forever.
This symbol, how it transformed men's eyes into want.
This silent metallic flower only now, under a weak light as mama smiled through her destined crooked teeth, saying, Money.
Ling's 25-year young friend is beautiful, they all are, in an immature, petulant way.
Lack of confidence met betrayal.
Betrayal knew the stranger desired L.
The sensitivity of seeing the future with Awareness - Attention – Non-attachment.
Transference - emotions - an instinctual way of living objectively.
POWER
Masks - good or (d)evil?
- money or sex
- relationships
- life and death
- beauty and truth
The mask eats the face.
Maybe, she said, being a Player. Lying in her Ling heart. No intention. Intention is karma.
She got what she needed. Money. Traded her passion for cash. You can't put passion in the bank. You can't eat passion, it eats you. Grasping is suffering.
Solvent with clear heart. Heart had nothing to do with passion. Passion sang its joy describing her minor character.
The 3-act play ran five weeks in Luang Prabang.
On opening night her love opened like a flower. It rained flowers over a lonely man.
Mutual needs were satisfied.
Intuition augured well, laughing.
It's difficult to take any of this seriously.
Posture. Breath.
Plant heliotropes. Night aroma in gardens.
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