Arlene Corwin writes

Bliss

What does bliss consist of,

Or, to put it properly,

Of what does bliss consist?

One has been told

The properties of godliness

Are power, peace and purity,

Knowledge, love and bliss.

An easily dismissed and hard-defined

Form of continued happiness.

One so refined

And sifted through a sieve so fine,

There’s no impurity of sadness left,

The deftest hand designing it.

We human beings never quit

In walking roads, bearing loads,

Experimenting with all sorts of modes

To get to, feel it.

A unit with no parts,

Mind, heart dissolved and blended

In a homogeneous and splendid fire,

Sparkling in it’s colourless, see-through attire.

He or she in whom it’s sired

Has aspired eons.

Then, as if by accident

It’s sent! 

A burst, a still, a calm,

Perhaps the ultimate of balm.

Who knows of what this bliss consists?

Does he or she go on existing?

Or is this state out of which 

One never is the same?

Is it the final aim?

God knows.

Waking at 7am, my mind went to peace, power, purity, knowledge love and bliss - qualities I’ve been told make up the origin of origins, its machinery, innards and insides. Having thought deeply about the first five qualities, writing about them in sundry ways, finding numerous images to use, I have never been able to understand and certainly write about the last. Somehow, I was and am inspired to give it a go.