The beauty of feeling

We are not meant to be Emotionless. Faceless. Heartless. Without soul. We hold the sword in both hands, neutral minded, elegant warriors of peace, shanti shanti, sukhmani, rakhmani, bandh karo mera man. In the kirpan's darshan. So sharp, so piercing. I Am. /// i am. /// Echo of the sword, flame of truth, scorchingly pure emotion. Peirce me through and though. Make me feel..................................... oh so human. Dance within me, twist and writhe. Primal vibration, oscillation, movement. Move in me... yes move me. Move me to tears. Torture my mind into oblivion. Turn my heart-center to radiate out and out. Twist my soul from its hidden cage. Out and out to explore. My God. 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1.......... embrace me with your endlessness of expression, collide with me, in and out, through and through, drench me, set me on fire. Primal scream ushering forth within me, indescribable essence, raw. And Beloved.