Not many understand its power
If one is lucky they know other spirits who know
If one is luckier they themselves have felt it and can feel it again and again
It is nature's high
A miniscule revelation of enlightenment
Thoughts escape, words are nonexistent
The world overflows one's soul with romanticism
It is the universe's secret
The complex translates as simple and the simple turns into extraordinary
Questions align in their perfection
One becomes formless, forgetting about the beginning, the end, and tomorrow
All is still
All is how it is suppose to be for a moment
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