Lifted

Supposed to be hardwired into the bad place this morning, but the neurotransmitting supply chain got sidetracked a for a bit.

Escalator broken and I shift to the right for the backup, sea-ed up to the top in the human snake of commuters. Wash of voices baptize me into the Space. Aural mosaic; hearing behind the hearing at no distance from the heard.

Down escalator now; observations and judgments like cottenlint buoyed up and away; sure to be breathed in and re-used in the endless samsaric wheel. Karma must be green with all the recycling going on. Clearly, none of this is net-new.

And into the street where the glowing knot is, maybe for the first time, recognized as being at no-distance from that which feels it.

Coincidence I was reading the Near and the Dear? Graced? Lifted?

Namaste