Across the distance,
Telepathy
Transmits a message,
Only we,
Tied to other
As a twin,
May understand
And therefore win
The knowing that
No words need speak,
For souls communicate
And seek.
Then distance
Falls apart when one
Lifts the phone
And tells the sum
Total of
What they have heard.
The message relayed
Without a word.
My friendships
Know this strange connection.
Spirits speak,
No greater affection.
I feel that way, too. You have a gift for using beautiful words to describe things that are common to all of us bloggers. And humans. 🙂
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I find it deliciously weird. My best friend and I have had this sort of ‘telepathy’ since we first met over thirty years ago. It’s like a phone ringing in my head! I have it with a few people. Sometimes I even hear them say my name! Then I phone in a bit of a panic, wondering if everything’s OK. They go, ‘ Oh, I was just thinking about you’. Or sometimes something is going on with them that needs an ear. As you say, it is a human experience common to many I’m sure. But it is still a trifle weird when it happens. ;)x
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I know when people are hungry before they’ve realized themselves. It’s a weird skill. And sometimes I know when the phone is about to ring and I’m on my way to it, without really thinking about why. Sometimes dreams come true… Never anything crucial like saving a life. All pretty irrelevant, but grand in a spooky way.
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It is a bizarre sort of experience but I love it! It reinforces for me the idea that we really don’t know all that the mind is capable of. And maybe not just the mind. x
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🙂 We are all a bit fae, perhaps.
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We’re all a bit something! 😉
I’m about to publish another one that’s got my head in a peerie. How the brain goes round and round. :)x
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A peerie. Interesting word, I’ll have to look it up… 🙂
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A spinning top. Is that just a Scot’s one then? :)x
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As far as I could tell from quickly googling, not in many online dictionaries (which admittedly are slanted toward American since we hog the internet).
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I suppose that’s the thing about intercontinental communication. We don’t necessarily use exactly the same words. Or we do but they have a different meaning or connotations.
I commented to someone last night here that ‘I was wasted’ meaning touched. She thought I was pi****! We also use it for that. But it wasn’t what I meant.
We’ll learn from each other. :)x
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Here pissed means angry, and wasted usually implies drugs not just alcohol. So wasted means touched. That’s sweet. I like learning these colloquialisms, they are rich and delicious.
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Gawd! No wonder she thought I was weird! ‘Och, I’m wasted’ takes on a whole new meaning if she thought I was out of my face on something. As if I’d tell! 🙂
It is cool finding new meanings but I’ll have to watch what I’m saying. We all will. :)x
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Aw, let’s blunder around slinging language like hash (not the drugs but the breakfast potato). LOL I’m having fun.
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Well, that’s kinda how I operate anyway! 🙂 It could get even more interesting if we deliberately start to use words that can be misconstrued. Fancy a go?! :)x
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Word games are a joy. The more spinning and laughing the better. I guess I’m a kid at heart. Hopeless. 🙂
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It’s good to be a kid at heart. Keeps your mind and spirit young. :)x
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I found a peerie is a spinning top. Cool expression.
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We use it a lot as an expression for anything that’s dizzy-inducing. Or if we feel confused. Or if we’re very busy. Fits for a few things. :)x
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Like pregnancy. LOL
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:)x
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:-0
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🙂 x
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You two are sumpenelse! Find that one!
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I have this with a few people. 🙂 x
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You complete me…
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That’s the idea! 🙂 x
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