Here you are floating through the miasma. It's all around you, energy everywhere infusing everything. And it is in you too, you are part of it, and you cannot get out of it and you cannot get it out of you.
Yet at another level, you are the observer of all of it. Nothing touches you. The permeable and the impermeable.
And as movement meets stillness there you are on the cusp. One touching the other. The other touching one. Rather delicate, wouldn't you say?
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