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 Physical inertia? Mental hiatus? Emotional numbness?
The Self is still with a stillness that is neither of life nor of death A void that does not petrify nor beguile just a languorous, ethereal awareness a gentle wafting into oblivion No reawakening to anything anywhere, anytime. No death, no heaven, no hell. Absolute nothingness. Pure bliss.
