There are some things we may not understand, but we can sense them perfectly well.
It makes sense, even when it does not make any sense at all.
We feel it right there.
We may try, but are not be able to explain.
It is there, it is everywhere.
Not to be seen, nor heard.
Felt within us, here, there, everywhere.
Takes all our senses to make any sense out of this.
All our senses.
Does it make any sense?
Is it mere nonsense?
Does it have to make sense?
Do we care if it is nonsense?
Never will.
Never has.
Never will.
What is, shall always be.
We may flow with it.
We may fight with it.
We may own it.
We may ignore it.
Anyway, it shall be.
With our without us.
In this live or in another one.
How does it feel?
Ask your senses.
Forget to try to make any sense.
Embrace the nonsense.
Let your senses guide you.
You know that they know.
Open your heart and quiet your mind.
Let your senses show you the way.
Nothing to think about.
Feel and let yourself be.
Let yourself rejoice with the sensuality of it all.
All that comes from your senses.
Feel all that is flowing throughout your own self.
Recognise the flow, the resistance.
Become the sensual self within yourself.
To come to your senses.
Without having to make any sense out of this.
You know that they know.
Trust your senses.
Sensual being.
Sensible to what is.
Rejoice and let it all be.
Yo lo Creo/
I believe and so it is
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