Wet dreams of my Spirit

A stranger came..

Yes, he was a stranger.

A thought came:

Under the circumstances, it should not be a stranger...

For some reason, my hands were on my chest..

Right over the left.

The stranger reached out to touch where my hands were..

Set was the snare..

I hesitated and winced..

But just for a second.

The stranger comforted me with a simple flick of his eyes..

Then he touched me.

Just when I was wondering what is going to happen, bliss were everywhere.

Bliss was everything.

Similar to Shoonya's sober rapture

But just less sober..

More deep..

Wait, am in sleep?

The bliss was all over my body...

And when I realized this, it seemed that my body's boundaries have melted away.

For some reason, I started invoking Sadhguru's name..

Somewhere, some part of my mind was saying that this was a dream and that I was sleeping on my back in the upper berth of a train coach.

Then I thought, if I am remembering that it is a dream while within a dream, then it must be reality.

Just the same, I knew that this experience was a passing one. Just another step. Not the ultimate.

The silent ripples of Bliss ended.

My body remained unmoving.

I opened my eyes feeling that my body is spent...

Guilty about the pleasure that I experienced..

Maybe that's why I will call this a Wet dream of my Spirit..

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