Recently, I have been paying attention to the waking up process in the morning and have found that there is a point when there is a switch over from the sleeping-dream – to out of the dream.
At the moment of the switch one is not identified with anything. One simply is.
It is only after some moments that the waking-dream begins, but those moments before it does, are suffused with awareness.
Then the day-dream begins and one is once again lost into the world.
This post is from a collection of stories, essays, poems and insights that have occurred to me along the Way titled From to Lamas: Confessions of a Bodhisattva.