Reentry
As I type this word for the very first time, I suddenly feel drawn away from all that was going inside my head. Now, there is a feeling of awareness. Of the transition being slowly felt by the reaching of the one to its own. ‘e’ the latter from the former. The journey from this to that,
and then….
This sweet sense of evocation of relative presence, much like two lovers finding their beings juxtaposed so closely that there is hardly any seeing. But something more beautiful, a feeling.
The feeling of a silent melody being played on a sitar at a rapid pace, over and over again, only to occur, each time, more divine, divine with grace. The feeling of a scent with its lingering descent of something familiar but far from all that mind could ever wonder, know or pretend. The feeling of a never ending, ever delicious ecstasy. The feeling of warmth of the sun with breeze in 32 degrees. And the feeling of blast of colours dancing in spirals or bustling of rainbow butterflies, intensely electrifying from end to end, freely, without boundaries.
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With such a constant company of vivid, luscious, dreamy reality which never exits and ever exists. Is there even a need for reentry??!!
With a heart so full and one with all, the need for another ‘e’ is none, not at all.
It is of no use and is a matter of utter madness to turn and tilt one’s own head only to smile back at oneself. Smiling ears to hear, the sound of the knock on the door. From years to years knowing of the miles covered with a smile for the miles undiscovered but determined and sure.
Twisted yet sorted, coarse and fine, with the calm strength of a flower, always and truly mine.
You seem to be a part of me whom I can talk to and see!
Love, e
