The Empty Blissful River Flows Freely Through Me

Oh, happy are the myriad manifestations!
The more ups-and-downs, the more joy I feel.
Happy is the body with no sinful Karma.
Happy indeed are the countless confusions!
The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.


Oh happy is the death of sensations and passions!

The greater the distress and passions,
The more can one be blithe and gay!
What happiness to feel no ailment or illness;
What happiness to feel that joy and suffering are one;
What happiness to play in bodily movement
With the power aroused by Yoga.
To jump and run, to dance and leap, is more joyful still.

Milarepa

There comes a time when all of it moves though you so blissfully it is beyond description. At the point of deepest orgasm there is no grasping onto anything. It is Bliss beyond bliss. You see everything and everything can be as it is. There is no hope for a better moment, a better tomarrow. It comes crashing, cascading down......Now, Now, Now. Ah such unutterable Peace. I hate to even use that word because that peace is so violently beautifully ecstatic that the word peace can't ever do it justice.

Two nights ago I had full consciousness from dream to deep dreamless sleep to awakening. And all of that was just as amazing as watching the skyline or petting my cat or writing these words.

Just this.

Kisses to all.