In the depth of my being there is a soundless rhythm. A Rhythm that lives in the Silence of the universe. It accepts to melt with Spring; now it takes shape like Flowers and Amora is it’s Song without Words and Sounds. When I listen to its rhythm [Aroma] with my mind, I see only the beauty of its rhythm ; When I touch my being I listen to its beat and vibrations.
The reflection of the Emptiness is still in my Being. The experience of beauty without the beautiful. One experiences a transcendent eternal beauty. There is no I or You - yet, I wish to die, for there is nothing beyond - beyond what? - beyond that which is my experience, beyond that which I am. Time has stopped - and space - spaces have merged into Being.
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