Antar Shanti mingles shimmers jingles on the crescent moon of a twinkle smile stretching visceral. Ananda and beyond a mind lost in mana. Moon chimes cackling. Can you see? Can you hear? Be here and listen between two seamless streams speaking ease of the senselessness. Antar of the inner Shanti to be Peace Wends left and right into the center divine. She is not, and is, all at once, beckoning the becomer to be with beams of bounty. Free. Breathing lush as a song into the atmosphere all is here, now now now, do you know? Now forget it was spoken.