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The ruts made by a million meanderings of the Memory Bus down Habit Avenue are deep.
Little wonder then that the bus finds it easy to continue to follow them along – even after a whiff of wild wideawakeness. It’s easy to drop back into default dualism when this happens, to be unsettled, and critical of a ‘clarity’ that’s become objectified and ‘owned.’
But what I’m noticing is that there’s an immediate and spontaneous awareness of what’s going on (mindless habitude), of where one is (in Rutsville), and an equally spontaneous elevation (yes it feels like that – like just floating up) from the rut. Oh!
Another dead petal drops off the lifebloom, floats serenely to the ground without one having to do a single thing, think a single thought, or choose one state over the other.
Life’s driving, whether one’s in the ruts or out. And Life’s wearing one’s very own name-tag. So what’s the big deal?
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echoes from emptiness 
Yes, truly, what *is* the big deal? Perfect!
“whiffs of wideawawkeness” Ah yes – I can smell the fragrance here as well, wafting through, giving off such sweet perfume… Lovely post! 🙂
Thank you for your comment dear Christine! I’m so happy that you know those whiffs of wideawakeness and are resting in the simplicity of suchness….
Love always
~ ml
OH!!!! OH!!!! Glory ‘Be’ for these Words and deep…rutted…massive hugs blissfully outshone by the laughing Eye of ML.
xoxo
♥
Your comments never fail to make me smile dear Leslie!
Thank you, and love
~ ml
“What’s the big deal?”
The so-called ego is not a big deal, neither are ‘unwanted’, unsolicited thoughts, and even concepts are all right (if one does not take them too seriously). Life takes care of everything.
Yes! No problem – ever.
Great Gladness that you know this dear AM.
Love
~ ml