Being not attached to the world means not being attached to sleep, not being attached to food, not being attached to procedures. It is as if you have thought certainty is safe, and so you hold on to certainty when the fact is there is none in the relative world.
Let this realization not make you resistant and anxious. Let this realization make you resilient and strong. As a bird, when one limb snaps beneath you, you hop to another.
No one on Earth really knows what is happening this moment and what will happen the next. You may like the idea of life staying consistent at the same time as you like change. Change comes often, and change, even change that you do not want, serves.
Beloveds, you cannot walk the same path twice. Even when you walk the same path to work and back home again, or drive the same path, it is not exactly the same. You are not exactly the same. Those who accompany you or walk ahead of you or behind you are not always the same. The weather is not always the same. Your step is not always the same.
Have the idea to welcome change, for you can be certain you will have plenty of it.
At the same time as the world goes back and forth and up and around and makes all kinds of excursions, there is nevertheless a center of stillness within you. Even when you feel perturbed or unhappy, there is that part of you that feels differently, feels stillness and is not disturbed. It is as if two streams run within you side by side. Even though you are in the midst of the fray, you are outside it. Even though your heart is turned upside down, you are right side up. There are the moments when you see, really see, that life is just a dream. Certainly, the dream is some kind of journey, and you watch yourself on the journey. A dream happens. It certainly seems real, and yet you wake up from it. It is inevitable that you will wake up from it, and you will know, without question, that you had a dream.
Of course, it's true that sometimes you think you've dreamt Truth, and it was not a dream but Reality on another level. It is like you come home from the dream and find that your shoes are worn and you have perhaps left footsteps along the way of Truth. You had a dream so wonderful, it could only be true. In any case, true or dream, you come out at the end just the same. Whether you ride on a train in life or on a train of your imagination, you, nevertheless, ride. Your ride may seem long or short or even a blink of an eye, yet there is no way for you to know how long it was.
Perhaps you left the plain of Earth. Perhaps your awareness left and, like Alice in Wonderland, you fell through a deep hole. It could be a black hole of the Universe. How do you know? And it doesn't matter, for you have come out the other side. You traveled in Truth, or you traveled in imagination. In any case you traveled. You went somewhere. And you came back. And yet you are not exactly the one who left, for in the sense of the relative world, someone else who is still you, yet not quite you, has returned.
What are these gaps between words, and where are you during these gaps? Where are you then? Where did you go, and when did you come back? Where have you been, and where are you now? Have you wandered from designated versions of yourself and left yourself behind, and now you catch up to yourself and find you are not who you thought you were, and now you begin to know the Truth of who you are.
Welcome, beloveds. Welcome.