A taste of the infinite,
A touch of the eternal.

It's more of a feeling, isn't it?
A sense of that which is not said.

A silence in that solitude,
Alone with the fire.

There is nowhere to go,
Nothing to get.
The great light is already shining upon us.

We are celebrated,
We are a circus.
We carry the chaos as we go.

The dream world is before us.
Right under our noses.
Walk into the painting,
Join me hand in hand.
As we watch god manifest before our very eyes!!