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Acersecomic

I had questions on death I had questions on life I had questions about poverty hatred and strife I was told I should visit a particularly peculiar man who would set me right who would give me a plan I ran I crossed mountains and oceans and jungles and lagoons I swam and I hiked and I trekked. I finally found him in a field a nondescript field of Indonesia He sat cross legged within a hut. A hut not made of mud A hut not made of sticks A hut made of hair. A hut made of his own hair. Still connected to his head. He wore no clothes, but his beard was so long that he was able to wrap it about himself as a shawl. Interspersed throughout the hair were baubles and trinkets, folded notes and photos.  Gifts from those who had visited him before It was a sight to behold I was in awe I had barely a chance to utter a syllable when he opened his eyes and stared at me and stared   through   me as if in a trance Then he spoke. The answering of thousands of questions had clearly taken a toll on the man's voice, yet his lilted rasp was somehow soothing. "You have questions, my boy? You wish to know my secrets? Do you want to know the key         to life?" Yes.  Yes I did. He smiled "Young man, I have sat here for seventy-eight years, focusing          my entire life and all my conscious thought on that very thing.  My wife supported me until her death.  My sons still support me.  They visit me often and make sure I stay      healthy and fed.  I have weathered famine and storms, sickness and droughts searching       for the answer you seek." He closed his eyes "I have forgone a life of passion and comfort and instead focused within myself to find this answer.  In all this time I have only found one thing to be true." I waited for the answer "Life is not meant to be explained.  It is meant to be experienced.  There is no answer, only more questions.  I swore not to move from this spot until I had discovered what life meant.  My hair and beard are constant reminders of my foolishness." He smiled "Go and live" and surely I did ______ Acersecomic - n - One whose hair has never been cut
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Written by
j-a-doetsch
40 / M / American
Published
Jul 17, 2012
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I found this:  http://www.theprojecttwins.com/index.php?option=com_content&view;=article&id;=26&Itemid;=15

I hope to write a poem for each of those words.  We'll see how far I get.

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