Rapture

For the longest time I have used this word, Rapture, not entirely knowing its correct meaning.
I like the taste of it in my mouth, there is something very sensual about the way it rolls around and drips off the tongue, like a sweet nectar.
I woke up in the early hours of the morning, with Rapture stuck in my head and piercing through my whole being.
What is rapture? The dictionary said it's joyful ecstasy... Words have been falling short in the past few weeks of expressing that which is inside me.
Rapture is the feeling of infinite, timeless bliss, the agony of sustaining it, of holding the intensity of the feeling it without giving in to the desire to contain it. To allow this impossible emotion to overtake you and annihilate the parts of you that no longer need to exist.
It's the Love, the joy, the rapture that blurs our boundaries and allows us to expand, to grow, to become more of us and experience the Union with Spirit.
It's the Love and compassion for another human being that transports us into other dimensions and realms, sprinkled with Magic and glistening with otherworldly joy. One that does not know the limits of the human experience.
Rapture is meeting your resistance, holding it and looking at it, experiencing it fully and then blasting through it, knowing that the only palpable barrier between you and the rest of the Universe are the walls you have built around yourself.
 The agony of the understanding and the ecstasy of feeling the web that intricately weaves us all together into One existence blended together. Rapture.