An awesome feeling of suspension
In the midst of joyful living
nothing to hang from
nothing to fall into
no yearning to live
no hankering to die
no desires, no regrets
Mental hiatus? Emotional numbness?
The Self is still with a stillness
that is neither of life nor of death
that does not petrify nor beguile
just a languorous, ethereal awareness
a gentle wafting into oblivion
No reawakening to anything
No death, no heaven, no hell.
Absolute nothingness. Pure bliss.