The emotions within are rearing their ugly selves into a lugubrious melody.
To listen with an attention to the throb of the sensations is an exercise in meditation, the sensations swell up, swim wildly, flushing vicariously and forming an atonement!
The sea within is ever changing it's state, the range it traverses can only be experienced, it's indescribable. A pilgrim doesn't react, only morphs into a silent witness and in that he finds a bliss, a bliss of a meta-physical kind.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before:
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word of a different kind...
- The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
To listen with an attention to the throb of the sensations is an exercise in meditation, the sensations swell up, swim wildly, flushing vicariously and forming an atonement!
The sea within is ever changing it's state, the range it traverses can only be experienced, it's indescribable. A pilgrim doesn't react, only morphs into a silent witness and in that he finds a bliss, a bliss of a meta-physical kind.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before:
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word of a different kind...
- The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
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