Finding myself again in bliss, I asked myself what was bliss like. And back came the words: like a cosmic explosion, a cosmic orgasm.
And the more I let those analogies in, the more the bliss expanded in me.
Not even a thermonuclear, but a cosmic, explosion.
A complete letting go of everything. A shattering into a thousand pieces of everything not permanent, not eternal in me.
The more I allowed that explosion to go off, taking everything with it, the more bliss I felt.
Bliss is the great destroyer. It consumes illusion, anxiety, and depression. The more we welcome bliss into our lives, the more it wrecks everything that imprisons us, obliterating all our cares.
Bliss is the great narcissist. It only really loves itself. It insists on filling every corner of the room with its own sweet perfume. It regards itself as the greatest gift to the world (which it is). The person who flirts with bliss forfeits all thoughts of anything but her.
“Oh, my love, my darling, I’ve hungered for your touch, a long, lonely time.”
“Are you still mine?” (1)
Bliss is the great tranquillizer. When bliss comes over me, I forget everything and simply sit there, dead to the world, alive only to it. I fall asleep in the arms of bliss and let everything else go. Don’t drive and drink bliss.
But I know that within bliss lies the entire inner universe, the life beyond the confines of the body. Within bliss lies all wisdom, all compassion, and all joy. Within bliss lies our future. A blissful world is a world that works, for everyone.
I can quite imagine that, in such a world, there’d be no need for money, property, possessions. Bliss with us, nothing else is lacking. Bliss would satisfy everything we now conceive of as a desire.
(1) Everley Brothers, Unchained Melody.