When you are touched by pure love, it can be overwhelming. It can stop you in your tracks and perhaps even bring you to your knees. I won't delve into the details, because they are personal/family related. I just wanted to share this...that I touched pure love today, or it touched me. It's a beautiful thing. It makes one feel so very alive. Alive and well and full of hope.
I was actually thinking about this concept as it relates to tango about two weeks ago. You all should know by now that I have a special interest in the metaphysical aspects of tango - the "secret" of tango that everyone finds so elusive and difficult to explain. That quality of tango that addicts and obsesses us and makes us long for our next dance.
I have said before that I believe those rare and really special connections - the tangasm or the tango trance (whatever you prefer to call it) - that I believe it is when two energetic souls embrace. The energetic soul being the true you - the being within - not the physical/ego you. Your true essence.
Take that a bit further, beyond the energetic embrace itself, into the quality of what "it", this energy, actually "is".
I think it is pure, quintessential love.