Rain of Bliss – a poem.

Rain of Bliss – a poem.

Rain of bliss…

Someone says getting blessings is my happiness.

For someone, helping is happiness.

Some say getting love is happiness.

They ask me – What’s your happiness?

I say, guys, while you are counting droplets, I’m drenching In a perpetual, torrential rain of bliss that doesn’t need anyone or anything else.

This blissful rain is so stupid that it starts but doesn’t know how to stop.

It opens up its floodgates and forgets to close them.

Does that make any sense? I ask them.

I get dumbfounded faces.

And I love that.

Why?

Because in their faces, I see a reflection of my own face.

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Whose intelligence has lasted in front of Him?

No one’s.

Drop the mind; stop counting.

Beyond the civilized, count-savvy mind is the wild wilderness of the bliss state, which knows no rules, boundaries, calendars, diagrams, or symmetries.

There is just Him and NEW YOU.

WISHING YOU A VERY HAPPY NEW YOU

New Years come, and the same “new” years go. We stay the same.

Who is counting the years? – THE MIND.

The mind counts by observing the constantly moving material world, which ALWAYS has death in its destiny.

That means MIND deals with DEATH all the time; it never “sees” LIFE.

The mind can never see life; counting comes in the way, give and take comes in the way, profit and loss come in the way – MIND is in the way – period.

MEDITATE, transcend the mind, transcend the DEATH, and find the – NON-TRANSFORMABLE LIFE – Nectar – Amrit.

Become NEW YOU and see LIFE everywhere.