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I've reached a place beyond language.
I find myself in a place beyond language.
To have lived forty-seven years and yet never known of this land, this place so filled with peace, like sunlight from a cloudless sky, seems beyond fiction, beyond the tongue of any tribe, a place where only silence beckons.
and too, I think of time, of how clocks and watches seem alien, foreign, of some past utilitarian nature; for in this place, nothing of time is as it was, and what was fast becomes slow and what was slow becomes fast and yet this is not right either. Time seems of nothing, this place where each moment is eternal, each so intense in the pure present as to warp all sense of tick and tock, a bubble outside of everyday reality.
So this place I find myself exists outside of language and time. If someone else can explain it better, I am all ears and eyes.
More real than real. Pure energy. Pure light. I'll hold a mirror and you tell me what you see isn't heaven.
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The post as posted is stylistically awkward. Here are a couple other options:
I've reached a place beyond language.
I find myself in a place beyond language.
To have lived forty-seven years and yet never known of this land, this place so filled with peace, like sunlight from a cloudless sky, seems beyond fiction, beyond the tongue of any tribe, a place where only silence beckons.
and too, I think of time, of how clocks and watches seem alien, foreign, of some past utilitarian nature; for in this place, nothing of time is as it was, and what was fast becomes slow and what was slow becomes fast and yet this is not right either. Time seems of nothing, this place where each moment is eternal, each so intense in the pure present as to warp all sense of tick and tock, a bubble outside of everyday reality.
So this place I find myself exists outside of language and time. If someone else can explain it better, I am all ears and eyes.
More real than real. Pure energy. Pure light. I'll hold a mirror and you tell me what you see isn't heaven.
Bless your heart
What is beyond your your mind..
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