No boundaries

Sometime today, the conceptuals of no boundaries dissolved into simply no boundaries. Cars were beautiful on my ride over to Dunbar. They weren't objects being witnessed; there was no distance, no boundaries. They were what they were, but as Greg Goode describes it, everything was a sweetness. For me a warm sweetness.

Opposites dissapeared; memories of thing from the past were just ... there. Even now, when I think of forgiveness, it's kind of a neutral non-event. What is there to forgive?

Everything coalesced ... headless seeing, and beyond experience, just being with everything else just being.

So beautiful its almost heartbreaking.

I went in and spent a few minutes with the kids and relatives; before I went in, I was wondering what woulld happen when I got out of the car (moments of lucidity for this wanderer have always seemed to couple with motion - walking, running, driving). When I came out again, it was just a re-engagement with what was there. Not on off, more of a returning.

Always returning.

Dogs, skunk smells, memories of 3:00 mornings riding to work at a bakery. Desire for nightime activities - something to look forward to - maybe it's still there, but the pull around it has dissolved.

It seems experience-less, it is what it is.

It felt very much like a big awakening tonite, but in many ways the most natural thing in the world.

A picture of me being pulled from awareness like taffy; and from that perspective it's easy to see it as awareness looking back at itself.

Death as a non-event; the experiences dissolve; awareness remains...as they said ...where is there to go?

Tired now, even talking at home has a sweet choiceless awareness around it.

I should be worried about whether 'this' will last, but I'm not. Kind of feel it's good to have a written record as it could be forgotten by tomorrow. Or not.

namaste