Illusion is a scent of something real, coming close.
Every once in a while, language comes close to communicating that mysterious indefinable; and this is one of those things:
"Illusion is a scent of something real, coming close."
It's one of those moments, where you suddenly are aware of your whole body feeling alive and full of an energy that I would call knowledge, if my sceptical mind wasn't editing my thought in the backround. That moment when you witness something, take part in something, have and idea...
... and then suddenly, you KNOW and your whole body is attuned, your attention fully focused. You can feel it -- it's the moment of creation, that cusp of reality between the seen and the unseen where magic happens. And you're perfectly, terribly, wonderfully there.
I'm only watching a film, and with a title like 'Deja Vu' and a predictable story line, it should be putting me to sleep, just like I meant it to. Instead, there are moments, comments in the script, and it's like the words are coming at me but there's more than just one sense perceiving. There are colours just out of view, tastes that are tastes that just a moment ago were there on your tongue, touches that never were or could have been -- but are.
And you know the things that will be spoken before you hear them, because they are in your soul as well. The worries of yesterday and tomorrow have already fallen away, because this moment is the one that matters.
It was a moment like this that we first met. It was a moment like this, with our bodies singing and alive with the joy of it. Where all the deep mysteries of the world are childlike simplicity, and there is a profound language before and beyond words. We were love manifest, transcendent and eternal, sacred and profane but beyond both and yet neither.
I needed to tell you this. I've been thinking a lot about what happened, but that was perhaps the wrong approach. My mind was not involved, there was only the observing-that-wills. I do not have the language to speak of it -- gaze into my eyes and know the truth. I had built many different ideas about what it meant, to me, for me, for you, about me (and you and what about the future?)... But that is all meaningless mental gymnastics. I cannot have those moments back, and truthfully do not really want that. We constantly change, grow, metamorphose. And that is how it should be. You were a catalyst for me, in a growth. There was such an experience! I think you had the right idea, to just grin like your face cannot hold the smile, eyes shining like stars, joy radiating from you.
Whatever story my mind makes up, I remember the scent of that real thing, and it came close to me.
"Illusion is a scent of something real, coming close."
It's one of those moments, where you suddenly are aware of your whole body feeling alive and full of an energy that I would call knowledge, if my sceptical mind wasn't editing my thought in the backround. That moment when you witness something, take part in something, have and idea...
... and then suddenly, you KNOW and your whole body is attuned, your attention fully focused. You can feel it -- it's the moment of creation, that cusp of reality between the seen and the unseen where magic happens. And you're perfectly, terribly, wonderfully there.
I'm only watching a film, and with a title like 'Deja Vu' and a predictable story line, it should be putting me to sleep, just like I meant it to. Instead, there are moments, comments in the script, and it's like the words are coming at me but there's more than just one sense perceiving. There are colours just out of view, tastes that are tastes that just a moment ago were there on your tongue, touches that never were or could have been -- but are.
And you know the things that will be spoken before you hear them, because they are in your soul as well. The worries of yesterday and tomorrow have already fallen away, because this moment is the one that matters.
It was a moment like this that we first met. It was a moment like this, with our bodies singing and alive with the joy of it. Where all the deep mysteries of the world are childlike simplicity, and there is a profound language before and beyond words. We were love manifest, transcendent and eternal, sacred and profane but beyond both and yet neither.
I needed to tell you this. I've been thinking a lot about what happened, but that was perhaps the wrong approach. My mind was not involved, there was only the observing-that-wills. I do not have the language to speak of it -- gaze into my eyes and know the truth. I had built many different ideas about what it meant, to me, for me, for you, about me (and you and what about the future?)... But that is all meaningless mental gymnastics. I cannot have those moments back, and truthfully do not really want that. We constantly change, grow, metamorphose. And that is how it should be. You were a catalyst for me, in a growth. There was such an experience! I think you had the right idea, to just grin like your face cannot hold the smile, eyes shining like stars, joy radiating from you.
Whatever story my mind makes up, I remember the scent of that real thing, and it came close to me.