love is all

to find yourself completely contented, dissolving in synchronized bliss with another being, the inner forces fuse in beauty and truth. untying the perpetual state of  seeking. the one the monkey riddles. that yearn for transcendence. but transcendence is a word in a book of words. 

in this flow of unification. there is  no language. there is nothing left but  a bliss-vibration. a laugh so loud that star dust fills both your mouths, and you cannot stop it even if you try.