Hold my hand as I carry you across the inky darkness,
to feel creation in its most complete form.
Taste time as it slips past your lips into the unknown
as stars blur into galaxies.
Galaxies which dance endlessly in constant collision.
The doors to perception open as you become infinite in this moment.
Then you will realize that what we are is Love.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
Hold my hand as I carry you across the inky darkness,
to feel creation in its most complete form.
Taste time as it slips past your lips into the unknown
as stars blur into galaxies.
Galaxies which dance endlessly in constant collision.
The doors to perception open as you become infinite in this moment.
Then you will realize that what we are is Love.
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