Sometimes the *echoes* come up with a question for this scribbler on her zafu.
Sometimes it’s koan-like, and she sits with it stuck in her jaws, unable to swallow it or spit it out, while her brain reorganizes itself around the seed that’s cracking the conceptual concrete.
Sometimes it’s a direct hit at her self-honesty – slap! This morning’s was one of those.
Is your wideawakeness (aka enlightenment, awakening, realization, mindshift…)
big enough to contain every expression of Beingness?
Do you still have preferences for some, and find others a bit freaky?
Are you rattled when disagreed with, and fluffy when folk are in accord?
Do you harbor the notion that others will get to “where you’re at”
and understand you, one day?
The reach of your compassion reveals the degree of your wideawakeness:
take a look sister.