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A Moment With The Beloved

I remember looking down. I remember a flood of hair-raising memories being silenced by a love I can’t describe. After a few moments of fear, my head bowed down prayerfully, and my fingers dangled like puppets in the dream of God. That’s when I met the sun inside of me. A thousand lights all in one. I was a poem for truth to make use of, a divine composition made of space & light. Everything was unspeakably paradoxical inside this room, suspended like puzzles for a mind to give up on. For a moment I thought I was dead—the whole body: the eyes, the legs and hands, the fingertips, the heart beating in my chest. But it was unspeakably divine, and I was cheerfully dancing, with eyes closed, celebrating myself.

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