The skin is no longer blocking the view
It no longer isolates you from the other beings
Do you lose your own constructed individuality? The idea you have of yourself?
There are dialogues within your viscera, tensions reflecting the outside rout.
The same colors dwell in the inner landscapes, the same discourses, storms and stillness, the same rustling occurs regardless of the enclosing carcasses.
Stop the velocity you’re living your life with.
Can you feel what connects you with all the other beings? Do you see the beauty of your own flesh?