Trance
I am becoming free, ease, airful like a soft cloud, spreading anywhere I think about. I am as fast as lightning or even more, cause I could see lightning nearby when moving to the goal where I am approaching, leaving bright flash behind. This stay is pressing pause in my thought conveyor, I am getting better and powerful, calm and wise, full of happiness that will never leave us furthermore.
Whether this is we call God? If yes, He or She is here, inside. Perhaps, both? Nothing and everything are synonymous.
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