Her voice grabbed my attention, like a song.
Every syllable she uttered was lyrical, like poetry.
It was beautiful!
And their meaning, as deep as Rumi’s thoughts.
Every pause she made, felt like measured.
Pressing down time & space, around me.
Slowing it down, at her control, bringing it to a standstill.
My entire attention, my entire existence started diffusing into hers.
I was drowning into a bottomless well, of goodness.
These were, the repercussions of her.