Saint Sebastiaura and Kakuru

In the state of bliss, time does not count anymore.
Everything is perceived as static while being in a continuos e-motion.Evolving, renewing, dying.
And back to life again.
Pain and suffering are transformed in beautiful fruits, fantasy animals, smelling flowers, sprinkles of light.
No worries for the past, no worries for the future.
Contemplating every single moment, I stand still.