I am. There are no outer senses. I feel that I am. I feel bliss, and a great peace. Wonder, playfulness, joy. The burning desire to love and worship God, my source.
I do not see or hear. No taste, no touch or feeling sensation.
I am not heavy or light. Not cold or hot.
There is only my breathing. Only the bliss.
Then when I can, I step back again. I identify with the One, with Shiva. I have become Him; He looks out through my eyes.
I remember who I am. I remember.
I have no form, there is no space or time. I made all... to play.
Lord you are sweet bliss. The sighs of many contentments. I am on a journey to experiencing this truth: that we are One. You have called me home.