Suddenly something totally out of place can appear in the midst of our dream-life: remembrance of the Real. Knowingly or not we're swept beyond ego-mind's bounds.
But this situation is soon overridden, pushed aside by whatever seems more urgent in our dream-living. We quickly distance ourselves from that intruding event through sideshows to distract us.
We're disconnected, steered away from our inner garden. Yet these very lapses can serve to rekindle new resolve: holding on with both hands to the constant flow of awakening.
Eventually this added focus becomes paramount.
It's maintained by our life itself just as a wick feeds a flame.
In short, remembrance of the Beloved becomes the main event.
This remembrance of Oneness becomes the only show in town.
