What's My Experience of Self in These Moments?

This is a taste of who i am beyond trance. The eighth century chinese poet lepo writes, the birds have vanished into the sky and now the last cloud drains away. And in the same way, sensel, what's my experience of self in these moments? Maybe there's just a more open, warm beingness, tenderness. Just, again, registering from that witnessing place. maybe this talk will feel more resonant if you've had some years ditating, exploring the path.