Nothing propels us further on the path of awakening—beyond the illusion of duality—than embracing Gratitude and opening ourselves to the Divine Grace that surrounds us. As spiritual seekers, we may believe we’ve discovered the fountain of immortality simply by recognizing a reality greater than our human perception. Yet, without embodying this truth in our actions, our journey remains a mere concept, and the promised rewards of Peace, Light, and Bliss become nothing more than fleeting words. So, what is Bliss?
In the unfolding journey of my early years, I found myself drawn to a spiritual enclave in Queens, a sacred space guided by an Indian guru. Though my sojourn lasted but five years, the impressions left upon my soul became the foundation upon which the architecture of my inner evolution would be built. Many imagine the path under the guidance of an enlightened master to be one of unbroken serenity—waves of peace, light, and bliss washing over the seeker in perpetual grace. This, however, is an illusion. The path is not free of turbulence; rather, it is a battleground where the ego—accompanied by its shadowy allies of jealousy, doubt, insecurity, pride, and despair—emerges in full force, demanding recognition before dissolution.
Yet, even amidst this struggle, the yearning for divine peace, radiant light, and the ever-elusive bliss remains. Through the alchemy of meditation, the doors of perception are gently pried open, and the higher currents of awareness flow through. Peace and Light become tangible entities, visible to the inner eye. They manifest as luminous waves, shimmering before the meditative gaze, infusing the being with celestial resonance. Their presence is unmistakable, entering through unseen gateways, seeding the soul with fragments of the infinite.
But Bliss—Bliss is different. Bliss does not present itself to the eye, nor does it announce its arrival. It is not a thing to be seen, nor an experience that can be summoned at will. It is the most subtle of resonances, a vibration so fine that the grasping mind cannot contain it. Often, what is mistaken for bliss is the emotional body’s response to the presence of Peace and Light—tears of joy spilling forth, playing upon the solar plexus, sending ripples to the heart, and momentarily overwhelming the senses. This is not yet Bliss. It is the stirring of Kundalini as it rises, only to find itself arrested at the emotional center, unable to ascend further into the boundless expanse of the awakened heart.
So, what is Bliss? Bliss moves like a whisper through eternity, a breath of the Infinite brushing against the soul. It does not seek attention, nor does it respond to longing. No amount of meditative effort or pleading invocation will call it forth. Bliss arrives unbidden, slipping into the gaps where the mind has momentarily relinquished its dominion. It does not belong to effort; it belongs to surrender. And therein lies the paradox—Bliss is always here, woven into the very fabric of existence, yet it is only in the absence of seeking that it reveals itself.
The key lies in the heart. To know Bliss, one must pack away the burdens of the mind, storing them like old relics of a past self, and take residence in the palace of the heart. This sanctum is ever pure, fragrant with the scent of divine delight, untainted by illusion. It does not deceive, nor does it falter in its wisdom. The heart speaks only truth, and in accepting its truths, transformation occurs. A subtle grace begins to permeate the being—an effortless unfolding, a gentle shift in perception where all things are seen as sacred, and all beings as kin.
In this space, the mind surrenders its role as conductor, and the heart takes up the baton. The music of existence changes, becoming a symphony of freedom. And then, in the most unassuming of moments, Bliss arrives. Not as a thunderous revelation, but as a silent visitor. A simple walk, a note of music drifting through the air, a glance at the sky—and suddenly, the wave moves through. It touches the soul like a lover’s embrace, filling the heart until it overflows, tears spilling forth—not of sadness, nor of ecstasy, but of recognition. A recognition so deep that it propels the soul into rapture beyond words.
And so, to those who walk this path, I ask: Have you known Bliss? Have you felt its silent embrace? Each encounter is deeply personal, yet universally shared. Let us speak of these moments, for in the sharing, we invoke its presence once more. And one final whisper—when simplicity becomes our way of being, the doors open wide, and Bliss, our most patient friend, steps effortlessly into our lives.
Numinous Waves 