until there comes the savage shock

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this unknowable Knowingness
– creating, impregnating all appearance
yet carrying no traces,
harboring no memories
and expecting nothing of tomorrow
ever –

we seek It as the sacred
and give It a thousand names;
we worship It as something separate,
out beyond us:
cultivable,
attainable,
experience-able

until there comes the savage shock
– a mindshift so subtle it can’t be said –

It’s simply here

(and there and everywhere)

when we drop right out and disappear

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how sweet it is, to be just what-is!

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Falling asleep again seems to be common enough in the early stages of the mindshift. But the fact that the dreamer eventually – via the presence of weird discomfort – remembers awake-ness, is evidence that apperception of the Truth has occurred.  The energy pattern called brain has changed irrevocably.

The tracks of the past are deep ruts; the partner (if there’s one), the old friends, are still identified with their stories, and they still feature in the daily life of the one-who-remembers.  Their stories of feelings, needs, desires, meanings, are revisited on cue.  There’s potential distraction in this, for sure.

But if I think I don’t want to be caught in this soporific trap; if I chastise myself for having fallen for it all, again; if I feel I want to be rid of everything that triggers somnolence … I stop and reach for my precious little sanity-saving question:

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ummmm . . . who owns that thought?

and maybe another ummmm . . . who owns that thought?

ahhhhhh . . . no one can be found!

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How sweet it is, to be just what-is!

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