An Awakening Story

She is captivated by the delicate turn of each rose petal in the bouquet she holds. There’s a sense of complete sensual immersion called awake by the delightful, sweet scent. An expansive warmth spreads within, like hugging a puppy or a deeply loved child. The soaring weightlessness of love infuses, elevates her spirit within, and the body feels outside of her. She finds herself lifted out of a fog, beautiful smiles, beaming, light her path. Flowers, strew along the way, welcome her light step. Higher and higher levels of ecstasy swell, and crest and crest and crest. Now, wide awake, beholding the heights she climbed, she understands.