I sit within the sapphire stone of Glory. All senses melt in this crucible of Recognition. The Magdalene stands in her pearl white robe singing the laughter of God, while a butterfly talks to me, while I sense the temple-ness of all. I am at a place where you find no bitter, no sweet capacities. The secret bread has been eaten, oblivion's mountain is thrown into the sea.
Water is free-standing everywhere.
Fighting for place and honor, give-way to the rose studded desert of joy, here and now. Silence is birthed in the heart of flooded wonder. Everything is filled. Why is no longer. I see sounds, hear pictures.