Woke Up Like This #7
Day 13567: Woke up ready to play. Unexamined open-ended living with a nod toward experience and the slightest grasp on reality, what it did become was clear. In this clarity was momentary life, eternally now, the constant assertion of I am witness, observer, conscious. The wonder still sometimes about how to behave and what was pleasure seeking and what was the path toward unity and it was all known to be the same. Choiceless Awareness, a couple teachers called it, something somehow different than divine fate or deus ex machina or God pulling the strings. This was more like a recognition of how it was and a hands off approach to it all. Live like breathing. Live like heartbeat. It was quiet sometimes. Still and then again the in and out. The bump ba dump. Bum ba dum. Bu ba du… and where did the awareness go but to the place it always is? It felt good here in this place at this time. What a life. How to work and who to be were secondary to sitting in this place at this time, the choices do have a way of making themselves when there is the still calm place of awareness. Consciousness does know fundamentally how to be. It listens. It observes. It is. When all else requires effort, consciousness requires none of that, only paying attention in time.