You're beginning to notice that you don't actually have a bad memory.

We walk into the kitchen and you can't remember why you came into the kitchen because the mind, the mind,

was already in the bedroom or in the living room or at work, or next week or next year.

As life becomes practice, you don't have moments like that.

They become far and few between because you are home.

You are aware of walking, of breathing.

And when you are aware aware you are not thinking

about next week, about next year, about that bill, about that meeting

about that person, what they said,

what you said, what you should have said, none of that is there,

just sensations, perceptions,

no overlay of mind, and yet everything perceived as mind. There's just no extra overlays,

no extra cloud coverage. Even what appears to be, I'm in the moment, this is here, this is now,

I am present, that I am here, I am now, or only love is here, only God is here, that's still

one foot out of the kingdom. This is the kingdom, right here between the words. Before the mind

can try to comprehend or claim or explain or pat itself on the back, this.

There's no forgetting here because there's no remembering.

You don't have to remember to remember here because you are all alone.

It's the character who has a bad memory, bad short-term memory, bad long-term memory. It's not you. It's the character that has the memories.

And when you know you're not that character, it gets new ones. I love you.