"... but something has remained the same. Some small sense of you has always been the same...."
When I 'forget' everything, the world, my experiences, who or what I think I am, memories, just everything, I come to a sense of something that's always been there. It's home, it feels familiar, like the ultimate safety because it has never changed.
I could find it by a kind of sinking, yes just letting go, though I didn't use those words. Before I got into spirituality it was easier to find, I was still innocent then. More honest. If I was worried or in fear or the world sucked I ( sometimes) went there, to that place.
The 'I' got small and smaller and what I found was not . No 'I am' over there, and don't know if I would call it awareness. words are swords cutting apart.
j.