Sometimes, the feeling of bliss is so prevailing that I barely dare to
think about, say or do anything, for fear that I might
break something in the harmony of the spell.
Who would believe the ever-sustaining sound of a long-hit singing bowl,
the air in the room which never stops conveying its last vibrating wave ?
I may write about it,
The same way we grab a brochure on the way out of an exhibition about life,
it wouldn’t mean much compared to the experienced bliss.