bliss is the happiness beyond the senses. Beyond the laughter, the merriment. Away from the swaysfrom the joys ihv known, not lost in the gentel pulls of the winds, nor using the eyes to see the which lightens and brightens, not using the ears to behypnotized by the musicale manifique, and not using themouth to taste the sweetness of the first fruit of the season. Rather sitting alone with myself; quitely... Silently... Thoughts turned within. Listening to the sound of silence. Then thought turned beyond the physical in tune with the spritual- the peaceful the pure. Few thoughts... The union with my father the blissfull one experiencing his love being loveful experiencing his bliss being blissful.
Posted on: Wed, 18 Sep 2013 19:17:30 +0000