Consciousness- the World looking back at Itself

After failing in our attempt to do some post Christmas shopping, my friend and I retired to Kensington Market for some coffee. Sitting in the crowded MoonBean Café, we shared our going-ons over the past few days. I have only known her for a few months but it feels as though we have been friends for years. Gazing into the eyes of another can you see what transpires? For fear of having to expose oneself, most of us are afraid to candidly look into the eyes of another. Veiled behind multifarious layers of sadness and suffering and yearning, we are always on guard. How beautiful it is to share a smile with someone. To smile, to be content; without a melody in the heart life becomes very colorless doesn’t it. My body is so fatigued lately. Yet my mind will not allow me to sleep. But meditation comes so easily for me. Over the past few days I am beginning to see words where there are no words. I cannot read the words though, as it appears the more I concentrate on trying to establish what the words are the more difficult it becomes to identify them. They will flash before me against objects like the wall or a mirror and once on my hand as well. They will remain until I give up in frustration at not being able to read them. I spoke with another individual recently who has been in a k-awakening for 12 years now. They too have experienced the night terrors but more surprisingly the loud bangs in the middle of the night. I must admit it is quite comforting to know that I am [well, quite possibly] not going out of my mind at times. Now ... to finish the rest of that 2L of wine .... :D