In the Garden of Mystic Lovers

Manifesting a bit of bliss-mind again on the way to work this morning (well afternoon technically). Still at it even. Not really sure what to make of that. I'm not sure I should try. If the zen advice is "when sitting just sit", etc., should I just go with the flow? When Blissing Just Bliss? Perhaps. There is a question that floats around in the background which wonders if there is a danger of nondual joy slipping into a more dangerous dualistic phenomenon, and how to tell the difference. But I'm just aware of this thought. I'm not really doing much about it. Part of me wonders if I'm being a bit reckless. I really don't know what I'm doing here. But then I'm also aware of the idea that that lack of training and lack of seeking is the key to why this is working for me in the first place. This seems awfully easy, and came on remarkably suddenly. It's not always there of course, but it has never been the titanic struggle that some texts suggest it should be. Then again, zen is the school of sudden realization isn't it?

Some other observations.

I have apparently become the kind of person who finds Live celebratory. Now why do I hesitate to use the word "inspirational?" Hello my Shadow. There you are. I see you. But I'm not going to do anything about it because you're fine just the way you are. When blissing just bliss.

The clouds outside my window look just like the opening of The Simpsons.

The life of my Self is very much in flux at the moment. It's been a rather eventful week. As Ferris Beuller said: "Life moves pretty fast". Well indeed that is the case at the moment. It's very much a present-in-flow and a future of possibilities rather than likelihoods, with all the thrilling anticipation and fear and buzz that goes along with it. Definitely surfing the rapids here. It's been a long year of samsaric bliss and terror and perhaps I'm primed for the detonations which have been coming with increasing regularity since December, and are now piling on top of one another. How many gestalt switches and plot twists can you pile on the head of a pin?

Back a bit more in this world now, but in a gentle way with a tendril still floating back to the nondual like an umbilical tether. Perhaps that the metaphor. This body is the space suit the nondual uses to walk in the dualistic world. The weird thing is that it comes back in waves. I can pull myself back into it sill if I try. The beginning of states turning into stages? Perhaps... I don't know, and it doesn't really matter does it? (Or does it? Hmm...)

Anyway, back to the flow. I've been here before, but it's been a while. A long while. Long enough for me to forget the feeling. No that's not right. I still remember the feeling because I know it now, but I had forgotten that I remembered it. There was a moment many years ago when the world was in flux and there was the thrill of being on the verge of something. The world was abundant and I was in love for the first time. Perhaps I can call this Toevening Mind. It's a voice I forgot I had. There is a thing I forgot about falling in love. We don't just fall in love with someone. When we truly fall for someone, we fall in love with the world as well. Everything is bliss. Even things that suck are wonderful, at least for a while.

Perhaps I'm falling for the world once again.

She says I, We, You, She,
In the garden of mystic lovers these are not true distinctions.
-Francis Dunnery