And the roses were in bloom.
And everything was now of a magical creation.
But was it real? Could it be?
Was it the massive feeling of everything happening at once?
Or was it a dream?
How real could one feeling be?
To walk amongst with everything that’s everything that’s real,
to feel the essence magnified and amplified to see,
To grow again. To come again, to trace the simpliest feeling.
TO understand the feeling, it grows so much Beyonder.
In a dream, casted out to dispell, just a world of another realm.
The game of all games.
The Passion of the distance.
The Mercy, of the Christ.
Everything becomes absolute in time, as it dissolves into matter and escalates a Rhythm beyond the end of games.
THe best of dreams.
The Best of All.