In the depths of pleasure, it is said that only in that moment of supreme ecstasy
In the depths of pleasure, it is said that only in that moment of supreme ecstasy does the mind become completely empty,
thoughts evaporate like morning mist before the sun, and the soul floats in an abyss of silence,
a moment where you are suspended between worlds, a brief pause on the path of unfathomable eternity,
a second where you feel you have died and been reborn, a small taste of death without shadows and fears.
It is as if you step onto a blank canvas, without footprints, just you and the light that surrounds you,
in that moment, your mind is a vast, boundless field where only white light reigns,
and for a moment, you are free of all burdens, of the constant noise of the world, of past and future,
a refuge where time dissolves and nothing else matters, just that pure and silent light.
For in that self-forgetting, you feel the touch of the infinite, you feel yourself melting into the universe,
and perhaps it is this very forgetfulness that draws us, to taste again and again from that nectar,
because in that small death, we find a corner of peace, a place where there are no thoughts,
just you and the vastness of an inner sky, where the white light of your being pulses eternally.
And in that moment of perfect silence, you understand that life is a search for that divine pause,
that in our daily rush, we yearn for that release, for that spark of non-existence,
a moment of communion with all that was and will be, an ephemeral dance between life and death,
where all that remains is the white light, carrying all the answers we seek in silence.
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Dan Enache
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