How to Meet the Hidden Genius in Youth and Teen-Exploring their Great Triumphs and Winning Spirit Needing Just a Touch of Faith and Trust When They Forget the Universe - Going Beyond Sky - 19

“Yaw, it’s the gift of surprise that we feel that we don’t deserve, yet we receive it. You see the creative arts and our moods make us wise. We’re civilized only if we can utilize knowledge. We may have abstract knowledge of meanings of words. However, if we can’t feel it, it is saying ‘honey’ and trying to feel its taste and just making our tongue feel funny. The fun of taste isn’t as real as we can have in real. I always wonder about our tongue, you see it can’t taste honey by uttering it needs the touch of honey. The warmth of a rich conversation is always very good. I enjoyed it.” I said.


“Yaw, the warmth of words gives this feeling of burning candle, the warmth of wisdom, isn’t it,” he said.


“You see mine is very cold,” Monica said.




“How can be yours cold?” We asked together.


“Yours is also cold,” she said to both of us.


“Well, I agree it seems to me so,” I said.


“Our food is very cold now, let me heat it up” she said and laughed.
As soon as she said, he burst into laughter. She said while leaving.


“You see you both are discussing as if you want to learn everything just in a day.”


“It’s night now not day,” he said.


We laughed. While she left and we felt that we need to help her, so we went to the kitchen and discussed about food only while the fire was on and few things were in the microwave with invisible fire like feelings, emotions and moods warm up the eaten food and meals to get properly digestible.


Three us were cooks serving our self again hoping that we would not do more works of honeybees.


After all, the cosmic peace garden cannot wait us after sunrise.


His moon was shining again,


“All the way for tonight, I’ve some poems and one is especially on our gathering today. And one is about you madam,” he said to Monica.


The night was not over; I could feel it as he was pleased to show the poem to her.
















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