There are moments of awesome wonder -
when sun sparkles through
lime green leaves
on friendly branches -
as I walk on the curvy path
over my year of footsteps -

- ineffable -

No words...
There are no words
to describe
the feeling
of the experience,
the flow of energies,
the flow of pleasures,
that take place.

There are no words
to convey
the many scents
and auras and colours
and dimensions and expressions
of people and thoughts
and subconscious realms
as they intersect
and join and bond for some moments.

- ineffable -

There are no words
for the sounds from the park -
the footsteps of people, my footsteps,
sounds of other dimensions
and consciousnesses -
the sounds of silence...

- ineffable -

No pen, no keyboard,
no gestures, no letters,
no language, no love,
can describe,
and relay
experiences
to the depth and core
of what is my reality
of perception and feeling
when I stroll through the park.
I pass others
in their own perceptive walks.

Shadows and sunlight
and winds passing winds
passing other winds -

- ineffable moments...

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