being

(naming that which cannot be named)

Hypnotized by the perfect imperfection

of the moon.

Opening oneself, back to ground, to the vastness

of the lambent night overhead.

Listening to new frequencies and unimaginable

joyous noise.

Inspired by multidimensional sights

and limitless nuances.

Wanting to sing in five harmonious voices

about all of everything.

yet not daring to whisper

“I love”

~anand sahaja

Story:

How do you describe the feeling of being in love? You really can’t.