Flesh dissolved. Breath suspended.
Becoming one with what was seen.
A trance too sacred to be broken.
A oneness with something so divine
That neither thought, nor, applause dare intrude.
A reluctant return from the one to the many,
When the one who worked this oneness,
Steps back, letting go the shored up seconds
And the many know once more, that time exists!

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Photo Courtesy: Vipul Sangoi