A night of transcendence
The magic is wearing off. I'm catching the last glimpses. I see sparkles of truth that look like fireflies in the dark. They are slowly fading and flying away, but still present and effervescent in front of my eyes.
I experienced magic with the music tonight. Electronic beats, tribal chants, ethnic instruments from far away lands. A caravan of stories brought with the sound, all masterfully blended and played for a crowd that knew exactly what's the taste of this experience. I was in awe! An evening of unexpected transcendence.
I climbed the mountain top and looked down the valley. I was mindful of my fully human self, my body dancing and flowing, my ego was there too, but relaxed and not in control. The beats did the magic. Energy in the room was high, the current of the dance was inevitably transporting, I was flowing, letting go, transcending. I looked at everybody I could, tried to lock eyes and silently ask - are you having a good time? I looked at some other fellow humans flowing and silently said - I see you, I see you, I see you, and you.
From the mountain top it's easy to realize and remember, life is but a dream. Transcendence is the tunnel that takes us from that station called reality to dreamland. Transcendence is the ultimate human experience that makes us lucid that this is just a dream, while not yet awake.
Like an astronaut I went into an express expedition today, crossed the tunnel transported by modern and timeless sounds, danced for a while in dreamland, smelled the roses, looked at my friends floating in their own journeys, I relaxed, laughed, rested, kissed goodbye and commuted back.
Glimpses of magic like a drunken haze were the left overs of the lifted veil with dreamland. Time to get back and tell the story.
And so I became a storyteller, I became who I always was and who I was meant to be, for the very first time since time exists.
Oh, sweet transcendence. We long, search and look everywhere for you in different forms and ways. Yet you mostly stand in front of our eyes, uncomplicated and mundane, still hard to spot.
Now the bell is ringing, the sun is rising again, I see the first rays, majestic as always. I need to leave, to catch the chariot and run away, till next time.
I experienced magic with the music tonight. Electronic beats, tribal chants, ethnic instruments from far away lands. A caravan of stories brought with the sound, all masterfully blended and played for a crowd that knew exactly what's the taste of this experience. I was in awe! An evening of unexpected transcendence.
I climbed the mountain top and looked down the valley. I was mindful of my fully human self, my body dancing and flowing, my ego was there too, but relaxed and not in control. The beats did the magic. Energy in the room was high, the current of the dance was inevitably transporting, I was flowing, letting go, transcending. I looked at everybody I could, tried to lock eyes and silently ask - are you having a good time? I looked at some other fellow humans flowing and silently said - I see you, I see you, I see you, and you.
From the mountain top it's easy to realize and remember, life is but a dream. Transcendence is the tunnel that takes us from that station called reality to dreamland. Transcendence is the ultimate human experience that makes us lucid that this is just a dream, while not yet awake.
Like an astronaut I went into an express expedition today, crossed the tunnel transported by modern and timeless sounds, danced for a while in dreamland, smelled the roses, looked at my friends floating in their own journeys, I relaxed, laughed, rested, kissed goodbye and commuted back.
Glimpses of magic like a drunken haze were the left overs of the lifted veil with dreamland. Time to get back and tell the story.
And so I became a storyteller, I became who I always was and who I was meant to be, for the very first time since time exists.
Oh, sweet transcendence. We long, search and look everywhere for you in different forms and ways. Yet you mostly stand in front of our eyes, uncomplicated and mundane, still hard to spot.
Now the bell is ringing, the sun is rising again, I see the first rays, majestic as always. I need to leave, to catch the chariot and run away, till next time.
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