THE BLAZING BLISS

I find my consciousness inside a ball of incredible bliss.
If I hold the course, it fills my every cell.
But if I begin to think…it begins to shrink.
If I start to observe… its radiance blurs.
If I try to define or evaluate… it deflates in boredom.
Much like a distant relative or someone you don’t really know
bringing out at your splendid party
the old photo albums of humans you don’t know
and telling you facts to which you don’t relate.
Who the heck and why are you putting me through this? your divine Self asks the one dragging out the snapshots of past life and dramas and beings,
When none of that is you anymore!
The bliss doesn’t want to think or judge or see Itself,
just blaze and blaze and blaze!