This feels like one of those “Don’t say that … people will think you’re crazy” posts.

Oh well.  Think away.

I sleep on my side.  Two nights ago I woke up in the wee hours and my mouth felt funny.  It was wide open.  I was drifting on the edge of sleep … and then I was gone again.  At the morning light, there was my mouth again.  It closed as I rose from bed.

Odd, but I let go of thoughts about it.

I was meditating yesterday afternoon.  A common experience for me is that, after a brief period of mind chatter, my consciousness settles into a gentle undulation.  Minutes later, the curving often becomes a straight horizontal line of peace.

Yesterday the period of undulating was long.  I wondered if the peace would be arriving this time.

And then …

Tiny bubbles began popping between my lips.  A loss of pressure.  A loss of contact.  And my mouth began opening … towards a huge oval.

The space around me was huge.  My head was a pillow.  Floating.  Personal problems disappeared.

After a few minutes of this, I got scared.  Was this a physical crisis or a spiritual experience?  And the openness lingered.

I shut down the meditation and ate some food in the living room.

What was that?

Then a decision: go back to the meditation.

Usually when I interrupt a session to pee or something, it takes ten minutes or more to return to the straight line.

This time I sat down and within ten seconds my mouth began to open.  Lost immediately.

I let it be.  And so my moments joined in the flow …

This morning I again woke with my mouth wide.  Minutes later it slowly closed, without me being involved.  After a time, it opened again.

Opened … closed …

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Oh, the mystery of it all

No pain, no problem

Just the flow