No exit out of Satori,
Absorbing the whole life experience.
No thing matters anymore,
Any thing remains a matter of temporary exploration,
perception.
No thing to hold on to anymore.
No attachment left.
Individual separation transcended,
Possession of individual identity vanished,
No name, no story.
Lifeforce dwells within,
Spreading into the void.
All life outside, it is gone.
Stories of distraction, chasing behind sensations which will never be caught,
The chase is over, has lost all of its attraction,
All of its magnitude.
Satori is the death of matter.
The death of the story.
The death of you and me.
Just an infinite sensation of pure vibrancy beyond any idea,
Any attachment.
The death of time.
The unlimited love.