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The drop of water is recognized in the fullness of the ocean. After the torpor of unconsciousness, we disintegrate in the ardor of transcendence.. (Caption..) Do not tend to understand, don't try to explain. The mind is too limited a resource for achieving this splendor. The Infinite cannot fit in to the finite. Ethereal silence that translates the Absolute that words do not touch. Come on, be perfect! For alchemical fire lapids the rough stones into luminescent crystals. Ineffable mystery silence the voices that separated us. Jump off , for the wings of the Goddess invite us to supreme ecstasy. If she lives in me, why open your eyes? From the bowels of matter, our bodies dissolve in the reencounter with the unmominable immensity. ⠀ We die and are reborn, immensely. From the deep darkness of this Void that fills us and entwines us in the eternal dance of the nebulous reds. In the death of what we are, we complete each other, in the miracle that we are. Only the final transformation completes us in our earthly elaboration. The drop of water is recognized in the fullness of the ocean. After the torpor of unconsciousness, we disintegrate in the ardor of transcendence. The Waves resonate in the seas of discovery and serpents sibilate in ineffable rebirth. ⠀ The Portals open beyond the gates of renunciation. The great renovation patiently awaited us . The Earth's womb is nourished by the glassy waters and offers us the gifts of pure essence. A new Heaven opens and throws us the warm rays of transformation. A new humanity launches itself to the highlands of divinity and fulfills its ancient promise. The Great Mother now feels the pains of childbirth, which only foreshadow the happiness of the maternal heart which will soon be delighted with the radiant smile of her children. ⠀ There is a place so ours where illusion does not reign. A spiral of autumns and springs. Where the heart, awake, inabrieted, in an explosion of joy and perennial joy. Listen to the unheard sound that takes us to the joy of madmen, with their hearts always throbbing. Integrate the old accesses that blow from there with your exultant memories. Devour the delirium of being and disregard yourself before the reproach of the disgruntled. Pour yourself into that cup of Love that makes us sober again.
The drop of water is recognized in the fullness of the ocean. After the torpor of unconsciousness, we disintegrate in the ardor of transcendence.. (Caption..) Do not tend to understand, don't try to explain. The mind is too limited a resource for achieving this splendor. The Infinite cannot fit in to the finite. Ethereal silence that translates the Absolute that words do not touch. Come on, be perfect! For alchemical fire lapids the rough stones into luminescent crystals. Ineffable mystery silence the voices that separated us. Jump off , for the wings of the Goddess invite us to supreme ecstasy. If she lives in me, why open your eyes? From the bowels of matter, our bodies dissolve in the reencounter with the unmominable immensity. ⠀ We die and are reborn, immensely. From the deep darkness of this Void that fills us and entwines us in the eternal dance of the nebulous reds. In the death of what we are, we complete each other, in the miracle that we are. Only the final transformation completes us in our earthly elaboration. The drop of water is recognized in the fullness of the ocean. After the torpor of unconsciousness, we disintegrate in the ardor of transcendence. The Waves resonate in the seas of discovery and serpents sibilate in ineffable rebirth. ⠀ The Portals open beyond the gates of renunciation. The great renovation patiently awaited us . The Earth's womb is nourished by the glassy waters and offers us the gifts of pure essence. A new Heaven opens and throws us the warm rays of transformation. A new humanity launches itself to the highlands of divinity and fulfills its ancient promise. The Great Mother now feels the pains of childbirth, which only foreshadow the happiness of the maternal heart which will soon be delighted with the radiant smile of her children. ⠀ There is a place so ours where illusion does not reign. A spiral of autumns and springs. Where the heart, awake, inabrieted, in an explosion of joy and perennial joy. Listen to the unheard sound that takes us to the joy of madmen, with their hearts always throbbing. Integrate the old accesses that blow from there with your exultant memories. Devour the delirium of being and disregard yourself before the reproach of the disgruntled. Pour yourself into that cup of Love that makes us sober again.
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