On Rawness of Pain and Bliss

Sitting alone, here in the stillness of the nothingness, the void beyond and the dark, drowning beyond all points, there is nothing but letting it all go while the pain body faced all in the raw is being washed over the by the sharp jagged edges and the waves. Unfettered and nothing but the relentless waves of sinking in swallowing me over, there is no nothing and absolute still point emergence. You know nothing exists and beyond, it is just you and the universe and no point in return. It is eternal emergence. With continued and rapid moving throes of coming into terms of being alive through the pain and throbbing with it all the call for feeling so much and too much, one perhaps knows one is alive. It is as good as being merged with eternal bliss body. What is this pain body anyway? When in release you know there is nothing to be done but utter surrender while you are soaked and washed in. You drown, you are as good as dead anyway. Living surrendered to the ultimate still po...