Sea Of Bliss

Bobbing along in a sea of bliss

I can only get a hint of it

Was this always here?

What kind of shit is this?

Maybe you’ve to work really hard to realize it?

Or unlearn all your bullshit to uncover it?

But I’ve a feeling it was always here

Underneath the surface.

The important thing is to let go and trust it

Don’t try to grab onto it

You can only float when you let go

And trust the sea to carry you along.

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