I have periods where bliss bubbles up without any apparent reason. The experience is not connected with any inner/outer situation, apart from – so it seems – being connected with and resting as/in the witness, the formless ground, the absolute.
The bliss bubbles up from the absolute, when it is aware of itself.
And I know that this too will pass. All experiences, all the content of awareness, are fluid. And I can enjoy it even more when I know it is temporary. I can allow myself to fully experience it.
When I relax into whatever I experience in the present, there is a full experience of it, and the attachment drops away. There is a clear slate, no trace. Everything experienced are clouds passing through the clear sky – with no trace.