Like Magic...

The brush of magic passes by

Unfrozen magnificence melts into my heart

The scene .... Unfiltered ... Beckoning

Transition from physical to pureness of energy

Radiant grace of blissful kisses

Notes of flavor enter my pores

Smoothness of Swirls

Moment to Moment, awakens like an old fashioned flickering of filmage

To believe in the senses, or to enter into that realm of emptiness

Fly high, when all else desires to stay rooted

Why not both?

Of course, both.

All.

Everything!

Anything is possible

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