I still sleepwalk through much of my life. But I recognize it as sleepwalking, I keep struggling to wake, and when I do occasionally wake, a rush of awe dissolves the boundaries of this I, disclosing the borderless, luminous, abiding ground.
I still sleepwalk through much of my life. But I recognize it as sleepwalking, I keep struggling to wake, and when I do occasionally wake, a rush of awe dissolves the boundaries of this I, disclosing the borderless, luminous, abiding ground.