Welcome

"Welcome," you said. It couldn't be more meaningful. This is a welcome back to the world. These faint spiritual winds which you can read through the moves they cause, provided you let grow the most delicate, fragile and sensitive flowers swinging infinitesimally to those winds, pervade dreams and world. They've been gently blowing on the last hours. It seems I even hear sounds in a different way now, also scents to my surprise gained another relief, another edge. The world itself changed. It is meaningful. The visible is the mere skin of the reality, and under the surface is... magic. Currents of energy running in all directions with a purpose for each. Symbols and meaning. Now I know.
It would have been what I suspected: the last burst of resistance of a dying body, to pass through and be born again in the world. Amazing how it makes feel complete, no longer dissociated, filled with joy, and strong.
My head turns out of the mass of information and sense for a day. My heart is untying, and I shan't be any longer able to  talk about gratefulness, as immense and unbelievably deep it can be, for another range of overwhelming feelings is already for long challenging it, up to smother it.
And words are a mere pale medium for an unspeakable reality of emotions. What lies behind them brings me to tears.