In this moment of wakeful slumber where
You and I melt into a single heavenly body
Each breath becomes divine inspiration
Our touch, a melding of souls
All knowledge is conveyed in the language of silence
And emptiness yields a sublime repast
Grace is illumined in darkness
Later
You and I will be called upon to
Listen!
Look!
To Taste, Smell, Touch!
To perceive the world and to be observant
To judge
And ultimately to choose
But just now there is no discernment
For in this moment there is but one sense bathing each neuron
Embracing our souls
Not of body
Not of mind
Synchronous
But not of time
Earthly feelings enveloped by an overarching and radiant sensation
Love
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I would like to translate this poem