Stillness, pervasive
contralto foghorn sighs, “Ohmmmm”
mystery is berthed
-o.o-
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Stillness . . .
Ommmmm . . .
Mystery . . .
Yes!
Outstanding!
How mysterious! I love it!
Have I told you lately that I love you?
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May it long linger.
Ahhh…
“…to speak of the unspeakable, think the unthinkable, and glish the unglishable…for here are the roiling waters – the “mouth of the Ganges” – where something that is not language becomes so; and equally the transcendentally peaceful waters where the river of language ceases being so and flows back to the Ocean of shut my mouth, enough bull, it’s eneffable!… [for] the cosmos was not created “in the past” but is always “undergoing” creation in the now [so] grasp the wheel of my broken-down “trancebardation”.”
Beautiful image, Julie.