too familiar

Philosophy can start out comfortable, so abstract, know what i mean?

Then in some late night, early some morning, samadhi fuled meditation, it actually start sliding into and out of some rather altered experience of conciousness.

A mad comuters early morning anxity attack smorgasbnoard?!

I would have a moment of dream awareness, perhaps identifying a gender, or a body type, some focus of attention, maybee a emotion. a felt sense of life embdied but not "mine"

Then it would begin to shift, i would remember "myself" and experience vertigo or nausea a shifting sence of awareness and personal karma

Then a personal referance point would fade or evaporate demanding an imediate sureender to what is joy if not fought, it it is resisted, it is freak the fuck out scarry!, riding the tusnami !

maybe another experience, a dream vinyet of body, calm breathing a clear pchysic exchange of some sort, yet i am riding the edges of Trama again. . . it can get to much really quick!

But also exhilarating and almost extinction. if that's excitement, i don't need it. Yet it's not for excitement, it's experiencing, and a letting go or allowing in, of other experiences, ones that are waiting to share if we allow much wonder in to our dreams, our awakenings.