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August 2008 
Explorations of Consciousness, Still
Posted on Aug 14th, 2008
by 
ananda
ananda
~coming on~
It comes on full and empty, a Gardenia scent of moss and dreaming, fully conscious, hearing, feeling ~ All with all attending, absent while present, and prescient, still, moved by nothing, by no thing, yet in, as, and through you, through me, and through the tree outside the window and your voice, your voice over the phone, completing the circle ~ it has come.
Of Gertrude and Virginia I know enough to know the fullness, thereof.
~releasing~
Sometimes, in drifting to sleep, the Realm of Between stretches like taffy, prolonging conscious machinations of the brain to constrain while constructing a scene, the beginnings of a dream.
A not-meant-to-be somehow ~ within this tarrying and taffied Between ~ will build itself, and just as interest compounds onto plot, it bursts (the scene does) like a seam when one has grown too fat.
The scene bursts and sparks, making legs shoot from semi-fetal position (and arms shoot somewhere, I am sure) as the body leaves the bed secontarily (like momentarily, but faster).
And wide awake in this jerk, the realization comes to mind that some way of thinking has vanished, forever, in this flash.
And with some state that should have adrenaline attached but doesn’t, pondering oceans and the chantings therein, one imagines mala between the fingers and puts the body to sleep by way of being the traffic outside the window, chanting the sea.
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