It is inner silence layered with ecstatic conductivity, pure, and consciously blissful. It is nothing like being stumbling drunk, but it certainly has me writhing at times.
a swirling curling mass of love rising from the core of being from inner to outer to everywhere a melting that loses none of its form a staring into the void with clarity a reaching into without having to grasp a silence full of rainbow notes fearing nothing as nothing really ends words that become a sound beyond the meaning
So beautiful .."swirling curling mass of love" , "high on Bhakti" , "inner silence layered with ecstatic conductivity"
Thank you @kumar ul islam , @SeySorciere, @Dogboy for your experiential clarifications
This thought arose when I read the story of the postman Kriya student of Lahiri Mahasaya where he says that he is already intoxicated with the first level kriya and does not want any higher level