Moment to Moment
no quality analysis then. the moment THE MOMENT. period. in that one-millionth of a nanosecond.... we can only remain curious - never express later what we experienced. I am gonna smoke on your poem. Intriguing.
This about the supreme stage of meditation, Balan. It is as destructive as this...nothing matters except the ecstasy of being. I have touched the fringes of this condition on rare occasions--I touch and then it dissipates.
Shunya, where only the flowering happens.
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