Conscious awareness of well-being

A neighbor was getting rid of a sectional sofa and I was only too happy to be rid of mine. One section was broken, so I left it out behind our building until dump day for another neighbor who goes there regularly in his pick up. (pick up trucks are so sexy.....imo) I decided to sit on that couch outside for a minute. I hadn't sat on what I had already moved upstairs yet, so I had no idea how it'd feel. Wow. No hurry to go anywhere, nice refreshing breeze there in the shade, so I laid down. The cushions are worn so well that the vinyl is supple, the stuffing like laying on a cloud. I waited for my body to relax when I realized it didn't need relaxing. The moment I stopped physically moving I felt weightlessness in my body. Softer than bliss, smoother than serene...... no focus in it to do anything for me and so it was just being. In that silence I sensed a flowing presence moving like electricity does through a circuit, touching everything that absorbs it. it was pink and it was golden and it was white, touching and building up everything slowly and gradually with each passage. And I realized it was very focused, intent, consistent, dedicated to it's mission. it is conscious, it is well-being and it is always flowing in me. Any weight I ever feel is the bringing forth of limitation to my awareness aka focus. Every cell within me has it's own focus/intention/purpose giving form to it and thus "weight" and many cells gain even more focus when I express intent to do something. One word for it: comfortable. The couch was comfortable, the breeze was comfortable, I was comfortable within me, my body was comfortable and it was a brilliant, shining moment!
     Later this evening I realized a sincere appreciation for that well-being would benefit the process and for it to grow in the environment of pure, clear central sun shining ultimate goodness upon it perpetually would guarantee it flourishes beyond human imagination.
And none of this knowledge would have been gained if we had not been separated from it for what we are born with is natural and not noticed, like the sound of our own heart beat which we do not hear until circumstances like a headache come and each beat pains us. We do not smell the smells of our own home or our own bodies because our nose filters what is common from uncommon and focuses on uncommon. Because they are filtered out, such things, to us seem not to exist until we are forced to experience what it is to be without them. From the awareness comes enhanced delight and appreciation............well worth the journey.