The
ever-awaited first moment was the moment when I was convinced
that I
was not an individual at all.
The idea of my individuality had set me
burning so far.
The scalding pain was beyond my capacity to endure;
but
there is not even a trace of it now, I am no more an individual.
There
is nothing to limit my being now.
The ever present anxiety and the gloom
have vanished and now I am all beatitude,
pure knowledge, pure consciousness.... I am ever free now.
I am all
bliss, sans spite, sans fear.
This beatific conscious form of mine now
knows no bounds.
I belong to all and everyone is mine.
The "all" are but
my own individuations,
and these together go to make up my beatific being....
and these together go to make up my beatific being....
Bliss reclines on the bed of bliss.
The repose itself has
turned into bliss.
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