Smiling

In the waveform haze, our hands meet, linger, dance and touch. Hearts sing, thrill with the contact. In the instant, time becomes a phantom, freezes idea-like at the edge of reality. When it passes, we don’t notice, don’t feel it. It doesn’t matter. We exist beyond it, outside of it, each electric encounter drawing us deeper into the haze, deeper into the divine reality that hangs alive between living lips like elegant music, light spilling from happy heavens.