The shift happens - again and again.  This recognition, this remembrance, this pulsing of awareness, and of of being.  The mind dissolves, attempting to keep its judgements, but falling, again and again, into this oneness. 

I shift - again and again, I shift. 

I am back to an "I" in the world.

The top and back of my head buzzes, and I fall into recognition, the "I" being just another cloud in awareness. 

This mystery - going in and out - the back of the head buzzes, and all there is, is awareness. 

A strong identification arises, and I am wrenched back to this bodymind identification.   And I float, and everything floats in the what is.  And there is simply wonder at the clouds moving in awareness - the body, the mind, the people, the buildings.

I don't know the truth of this shifting, back and forth, day in and day out.  A passive, almost disconnected, realization, full or insights and wonder - but seemingly cut off,  or a connected bodymind identification, full of passion and vigor.