that moment that moment
that passion that flight
that dawning that glory
that anguish that night
that thrashing that gnashing
that chaos that din
that fullness, that bursting
those women, those men.
the moment
it's on us,
it's in us,
it's here,
touched by the softness
the gazing so dear
and there is no returning
it's lost,
now it's gone,
only the wonder
the mystery
the song
"You cannot see Me with your normal eyes, therefore I give you divine eyes with which to behold the Power of My Yoga."
Bhagavad Gita, chapter 11, The Universal Form, verse 8