Posted on October 4, 2016
ambrosial hour of dawn
adrift in a state of oblivion
of which nothing can be said
art by Gülcan Karadağ
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Thanks for feeding the mystic waters with your words Himani!
Pleasure, as always Brad 🙂 Thank you for your kind words ✨
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My pleasure! 🙂
Only at that time do we truly ‘connect’ without the world intruding Himani 🙂
Yes, we learn to do it in all sitautions, but it is like driving, much easier on a wide open smooth cement road, compared to a gravel bush track. Easier for the mystic to fly 😀
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Indeed 😊🙏🏼 it is those sacred moments that the mystic lives for.. fleeting yet everlasting. Thank you for stopping by Mark, wishing you well ✨
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