bliss

bliss

fiction
edward w pritchard

Bliss comes occasionally.

When we are no longer children there are too many obstacles that keep bliss from happening. Most of the obstacles are of our own making or our perceptions and reactions to the external world. The world is large and keeps a-comin so we must become guarded and political for protection of our self. Doing so we become fragile at times which keeps bliss from flowing through our being.

Sometimes bliss is rekindled by exposure to another. A new baby, a suffering friend or an intimate connection. Briefly all to briefly bliss is there. Once, twice, blissfulness exists; a little later gone, and we want to reconnect with our bliss. When we sat alone as a little child and listened to the wind high up, before we knew the wind knocked down houses and trees, we felt blissful for an hour or two.

Now bliss flows like lava once in a while into us. It's not far off as nirvana or heaven. It's a physical state on our inside granted to us from I don't know who.