Joy is a fluid. Last night at dinner, joy flowed in. I felt completely inside joy, it was my breath, my body, my visionary space. Joy came suddenly from everywhere simultaneously. I felt if first as emotion, then saw it, then heard it, then was overcome by it. It came into me through all the small holes that opened when I fell in love. I realized that joy was a fluid that flowed from HER heart and went everywhere and could come to me. I looked at my wife across the table from me, and she was opening and becoming more, kaliacsopically changing in colors and forms, First I could see inside her body, like Alex Grey sees in the visions he paints, then I could see all ages and lifetimes fluctuating at once, then.. hear our soul connection vibrating like a psalm all around me,  not to be understand in it’s depth or meaning, but experienced it as beyond love. Ummm  and as I was swimming, bathing, immersed, in joy, I understood that when it comes apart and there is only love, the joy flows around all the non- forms, and into our hearts. People become receptacles of joy and love, it flows around them, under, over, forgiveness.  I see their essence,  bodies vibrate on it,  go backwards and forwords and are only HER kiss again.