You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.
(Rumi)
What gives me pleasure?
Who gives me pleasure?
What gives me bliss?
Who gives me bliss?
How does it feel?
Where do I feel it?
What does it tell me?
Where does it take me?
Am I pleased?
Am I pleasing?
Am I blissful?
Am I love?
Ananda?
Do I want more?
Am I satisfied?
Pleasure is pleasing?
Pleasing is pleasure?
Blissful is bliss?
Bliss is blissful?
Experience pleasure anew?
Limit myself to what I once knew?
Forgo pleasure to find bliss?
Blissful with I am, releasing everything and everyone.
Whatever was pleasant, shall never give us the same pleasure again.
We might well look to find that pleasure again, but we shall never find it.
In pleasures we limit our capacity for pure blissfulness.
Looking for something without, we forget to find what is within.
What was once shall never be again.
What is shall always be.
To find bliss from within, we must forgo the pleasures from without.
From within comes blissfulness that is never the same.
We may remember and construe stories around pleasures.
We may remember them.
We may never forget them.
We may waste our lives looking for lost pleasures without.
What was shall no longer be again.
What is shall always be.
We created a story based on an illusion.
Time to find real bliss from within.
Letting go whatever preconceptions we may have.
Forgetting what we were told, releasing what comes from without.
Letting ourselves experience from within.
Being, without doing anything.
Finding the bliss that live has reserved only for us.
Blissful love, being one with the whole.
Nothing to do.
Nowhere to go.
Just being love.
Just being who we truly are.
Just bliss.
Just being.
Yo lo Creo/
We believe and so it is.
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