A train ride story worth sharing

I have been someone, and now that shell is breaking, and I am finally breaking free from the past.

Once upon a time—there is never really any time, as all time is eternal. I like the beats of the music that go in my ear, but I have no earphones; there is no flute, and there is no music, either. OK! Back to the story. Once upon a time, a boy lived in the mountains, somewhere far away from everything and anything that could touch him.

You may now wonder about this boy: maybe a boy full of energy, laughing, crossing paths with strangers, wondering and making his own decisions about life, food, walking in the forest, and meeting strangers to talk to them and share energy. I would perhaps not share anything about how he’d look, because that would let you imagine a portion of my mind. This young boy, let's say, was on a journey to far lands, and suddenly he sees a cow flashing a sign saying that he should go down on the dusty roads and travel as terrifically as possible.

He found himself on the streets, roads, water, and land; everywhere he would look, it was possible for him to go. Every time he had doubts about where he was going, he would look up at the sky and would remind himself that it's just a phase. While passing this road of strangers full of exchanges, he seems to be already aware of the fabric of how life is strangely entwined with sex and money; as a boy, he had no awareness of the "suchness" of life, and as he progressed, he never really understood all this. As we know, the face of the cow comes in front of him, making a sound of "mooovee..."

While on the train, as he watched the sun—the fire of the sun—the sun looks like a ball of fire hidden behind the clouds that he once adored, now that the concept of seasons is behind him. There is an eternal, spring-like weather around him; freshness and a mild, cool wind are always moving with him. This boy is marvelous. Anyone who looks at him asks him if he has a job, and he responds with a big NO! No one can or will employ someone like him, because he would plant the seeds of freedom in the minds of the slave-like. They will want to follow him.

This boy, now on the shore of another shore of never-ending shores, passing from this shore to another shore, may have struck a harmony that no one can listen to and no one can perceive. He has started making a boat, and he has found some people who are willing to join him in this journey. Not knowing where they will end up, he has not promised anything substantial to them, but they will join him nevertheless because they find his character rooted in something bigger than them.

He is ready to be tested, but he rarely touches those areas within himself. One day, he found himself caught up in something that he could not understand. It took him a while, but all he had to do was sit down along the side of the river, hear the sound of it, and let everything pass. "They seem to be joining him," said one girl as she sat next to him. While he gazed into the river, she asked him, "Are you hungry?" He looked at her and nodded. She brought him some lentils and rice; he ate while crying, as if this were his last meal.

End of the story.