Lost in translation लोस्ट इन त्रन्स्लतिओन
an experience that is quite new to me, has occurred. only you.... who know beyond word will grasp the following entrance.
in an instant i knew, but how did i know? senses, senseless, senselessness....... vast opening.. acute closing.. images.. colors.. PATTERNLESS patterns.. god.. place.. no place... sight.. seeing.. no seeing.. you there.. i there.. we there.. all there.. but knew still.. you there.. how.. how not.. why.. why not... ethereal.. surreal.. within each other.. without each other... tasted.. expressed.. played.. made love without the physical.. without this plane.. without making love.. pure unconditional love... armor off.. exposed.. implode.. explode.. timeless.. instant... expansion.. propulsion.. emotion.. all... all.. all.. you there.. how.. wordless.. to explain the explain less.. boundless.. circle less.. motionless...less..less.. less..less..less..less.. i am intrigued.. you opened a piece of me that had not been closed.
Dancing, motion, swirling mists of color, intertwined, entwined, dancing like the kissing of flames from a fire. Twirling, encircling, allowing the flow to be. Within, between, without. No mind, no leash . . . experience of thou, of flow, of love.
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