A thin hairline crack

It all starts

But

With a thin hairline crack.

And the next thing

You know is

That the dam has burst.

And that

There is absolutely

No stopping it.

Its like a whisper

That grows and grows

And grows

Until

It becomes loud enough

To be heard

Over the blaring din

Of surrounding minds and hearts.

Like a ripple

That strengthens to

A fierce storm.

And despite

The rush,

The flood,

The force,

One can feel

Absolute joy,

Pure, sheer bliss,

A sort of calm and peace

That is unbound,

Unparalleled,

And equally inexplicable.

But

And there is always this but

That makes things complicated.

But,

Like all exciting things,

Like playing with fire,

And not knowing if

It will warm or burn;

Like dancing on shards of glass,

Balancing precariously lest they pierce;

It comes with its risks too.

Risky – but worth the temptation.

And trust me.

You can’t go looking for it.

It comes to you – at the right time.

And when it does,

It will begin with

A thin hairline crack.

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