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How feeble the light would be<br />
You have been searching for it to guide you<br />
Through the pitchy tunnel safely<br />
You say all you know is you don’t know much<br />
Do I know?<br />
I look around. How can I explain to you?<br />
Who can explain for me, Time or Holy Spirit?<br />
Please, wait. Let me try to explain<br />
No. I don’t know how you want your eggs in the morning<br />
How can I be so sure you can be the father of my children<br />
I can explain, I can, wait for me<br />
Please, allow me to start from now on<br />
The time to explain is that for my whole life<br />
Will you be waiting for me?<br />
<strong>Buddhas</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Bikinis</strong> 18<br />
Later that second night, when I came back from the library, I found Hiroshi in my<br />
room asleep. I stirred her from her slumber, entering her sleep with my cock from behind<br />
her. She rocked her pelvis against mine, then came softly. I came soon after <strong>and</strong> remained<br />
inside her until my cock slipped out.<br />
We got to talking.<br />
I found her an intriguing character. I learned that Hiroshi had finished her high<br />
schooling at Hirakata High School, Osaka, <strong>and</strong> that soon afterwards she was shipped to<br />
Australia for an arranged marriage with a young Japanese accountant working at Norske<br />
Skogindustrier, a paper mill in Albury. They met, but Hiroshi told me it was a fiasco. He<br />
looked like a young Pierre Cardin, she said she was bored five minutes after meeting him.<br />
She applied to a number of Australian universities <strong>and</strong> accepted an external enrolment<br />
through the Queensl<strong>and</strong> University. She renounced her past entirely by becoming a nun.<br />
She was already finishing her masters degree when I met her, vacillating between academia<br />
<strong>and</strong> abstinence.<br />
After regaling this brief autobiography she turned to me quite excited.<br />
‛We have been together,’ she remarked. ‛Before, in another life three hundred years<br />
ago in south-east Asia. We were sisters back then.’<br />
‛Sorry,’ I laughed. ‛I don’t believe in that reincarnation stuff.’<br />
For me, Buddha’s simple truths were neither simple or true. Reincarnation was
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