To compare my surreal moments would be a crime. They all would not be surreal had they not been uniquely sublime. And yes, I dare not describe them, for words corrupt the magic of dreams; they dissect the analog experience into digital bits – defining boundaries of their existence with small steps in between to interrupt the smooth transient of bliss.
Let the experience be unsaid, let the joy be uninterrupted and let the magic stay in the curve of my smile and in between the held tears in the side of my eyes. Let transcendence be in my silence.