When all of us breaks, a totality is born. Quiet, from nowhere, that which hasn’t had its coordinates in time and space before. And for some weird reason it completes itself each and every instant of life.
The flow of the river of Love,moves quietly silently. Takes you to places inside you didn’t even know existed. The price to be in this flow is a surrender, a surrender born beyond the confines of limitednes, an exhaustion for which giving your all is required.
The perfect Destruction. There is no way here, everything just is. By destroying itself, everything completes itself. A true annihilation renders itself complete. This is something we shall never understand.