You almost ran over me on your bicycle in Holland,

We dined on a balcony looking over the streets of Amsterdam,

We talked in the hostel kitchen in Sweden, all the while you reminding me of someone else.

I told you of the possibilities of man and the mind as you nursed away a cold.

On a train bound for the Arctic Circle I wrongly stereotyped you and from that gained much information on the stereotype of a core group of people.

On a bus bound back south I told you of following the spiritual path and of the allowed kingdom that it brings.

I understood your thoughts although I understood not your talk.

Yet every time I left you on your course while I continued upon mine.

I could not stay with you and I would not stay even a bit longer to know you more, to know you better.

For to know you better, I must know myself better.

There is another reason, it is not for me to give my love to one individual unless the individual be that of all there is in this known individual world.

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