Melting into bed, not ready to sleep yet, I want to stay awake in this soft consciousness, music playing, the heavy-softness of my blankets, making a little den to curl in just like I did as a child, the lights are off, I’m done with doing things, now my time is finally mine. I roll over, see the clock, and sigh. I have work in the morning.
I see the Being that I am,
Here, inside, behind all the mental activity
Watching the perception show,
Being this extraordinary thin
Called consciousness.
I look at you and know that you are also
Being.
You too are a consciousness
Existing impossibly
In the physical, tangible, corporeal world.
Or perhaps co-existing.
I look around and see so many people
Animals too, I fully believe they also are
Being,
Though perhaps theirs is different
Somehow
If this conscious, alive, aware, incredible thing
That we ALL are
Can have different varieties.
Then, musing on these things
I find
That my grasp of my Being
And those of all the others
Comes together,
And it seems that All,
Everything,
The whole universe,
Is one great consciousness
In which
Paradoxically
We are all a part
And yet which is
Indivisible.
But wait,
There is supposed to be Bliss here,
And joy
And love
So I’m told.
Why do I not feel these things?
I am blown away by the incredible thing
That we all are
In our most central core.
The amazement takes my breath away,
But still there is not the Bliss, Joy, Love,
That I have been told is here.
When she looked out on the field of wildflowers, she felt bliss. This wasn’t just happiness but she felt that light and happiness had entered every cell of her body. She never could described it, and she never felt bliss to this extent afterwards, though she searched and searched.
It was pure bliss. The sound of the harps, the clanging of the cymbals and the wind whipping past the marching band’s spinning batons. The parade was finally here, it had arrived in our city.
what i feel every day. it’s easy to take things for granted, but I step back and think about how good my life is both professionally and personally. I am content and blissful.
One week had passed since the incident and all had been quiet since then. Many still felt the sting of loss, recovery what little they could, but for two outsiders it was a more merry time. Something new and bright had sprung up with the grass field just outside the village.
the bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
bliss.
Melting into bed, not ready to sleep yet, I want to stay awake in this soft consciousness, music playing, the heavy-softness of my blankets, making a little den to curl in just like I did as a child, the lights are off, I’m done with doing things, now my time is finally mine. I roll over, see the clock, and sigh. I have work in the morning.
I see the Being that I am,
Here, inside, behind all the mental activity
Watching the perception show,
Being this extraordinary thin
Called consciousness.
I look at you and know that you are also
Being.
You too are a consciousness
Existing impossibly
In the physical, tangible, corporeal world.
Or perhaps co-existing.
I look around and see so many people
Animals too, I fully believe they also are
Being,
Though perhaps theirs is different
Somehow
If this conscious, alive, aware, incredible thing
That we ALL are
Can have different varieties.
Then, musing on these things
I find
That my grasp of my Being
And those of all the others
Comes together,
And it seems that All,
Everything,
The whole universe,
Is one great consciousness
In which
Paradoxically
We are all a part
And yet which is
Indivisible.
But wait,
There is supposed to be Bliss here,
And joy
And love
So I’m told.
Why do I not feel these things?
I am blown away by the incredible thing
That we all are
In our most central core.
The amazement takes my breath away,
But still there is not the Bliss, Joy, Love,
That I have been told is here.
I wish I could find that Bliss.
When she looked out on the field of wildflowers, she felt bliss. This wasn’t just happiness but she felt that light and happiness had entered every cell of her body. She never could described it, and she never felt bliss to this extent afterwards, though she searched and searched.
It was pure bliss. The sound of the harps, the clanging of the cymbals and the wind whipping past the marching band’s spinning batons. The parade was finally here, it had arrived in our city.
what i feel every day. it’s easy to take things for granted, but I step back and think about how good my life is both professionally and personally. I am content and blissful.
One week had passed since the incident and all had been quiet since then. Many still felt the sting of loss, recovery what little they could, but for two outsiders it was a more merry time. Something new and bright had sprung up with the grass field just outside the village.