The Universe spoke to me, sometimes in a strange way. Sometimes, uninvited. But when these messages come, I tend to become powerless to do anything except to submit and surrender.
The message:
"I had a dream about you. You were kissing someone whom I also like."
A precognition?
I wonder, is this the condition of the time against which I can do nothing? What has been full must empty; what has increased must decreased? Perhaps, this is the way of Heaven and Earth?
I can only remain mindful. Perhaps, time is gathering snowdrops that on the chill wind, the seed is waiting for the call of spring.
I feel, however, blessed.