Tears are the psyche's quiet ejaculation, spilling through eye portals in raw revelation. Words the heart cannot speak yet must confess. Liquid truth and silent streaming excess in self-reflections. Neuro-perception turns inward, gazing at the self until the pressure is stirred. Caught desire, buried grief, unspoken fire built behind the iris, aching to expire till the dam shatters in shattering release.
Yes, a sacred drop slides like warm cosmic peace as ejaculation slings us past ego's edge, dissolving boundaries and divine animal pledge. So tears thrust the soul into open view, ejaculating essence raw and true.
Become to divine exist, dance wild and sublime, a trembling waltz that rhymes beyond time. Each thought a thrust of self into the light. Each touch revealed a mirror of infinite sight. From captive mind to boundless divine flow, we touch our potential in overflow and glow. Bound behind comprehension, yet in breaking, we see the observer, the observed, the ecstasy. Tears, a self-reflection purest art.
Ejaculation of the soul through the heart. Let them follow these honest emissions of the unseen. Words the heart speaks at last, pure and clean. In every drop, the universe remembers itself through tears, through come, through infinite self. Thank you.
