Awakening sense

welcome to Awakening sense

Who awakens? Not you or I but our inner true Self, that core that is covered and encrusted by who we think we are.

Themes presented in the eBook Awakening's Treasure continue to unfold in these posts.

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blindsided

Is there some prelude to awakening?
Likely not, as far as ego-mind is concerned, beyond a vague anxiety.

Unnoticed, the real story goes on behind the scenes,
Though it may be the very root of our existence.

And though the light of awakening may be all-pervasive,
How it upholds this world's darkness remains a mystery.

So being blindsided by its entrance should be no surprise,
When we remember it isn't ego-mind that ever awakens.

tightening the knots

A self-absorbed life revolves solely around itself,
Ever tightening the knots on its self-imposed leash.

How to untangle these knots,
How to sabotage our limits?

Surely the impact of the Beloved's presence would suffice,
Easily shattering our self-imposed shell.

For then all limits would naturally erode,
Swept into a new current, a returning toward Self.

a deadly state

How can we awaken without recognizing our deadly state of sleep,
Without knowing the fix we're in?

How indeed, without feeling an intensity of awakening's pull,
And without persistent yet unforced effort?

And how can there be awakening if we think we're the starting point,
Forgetting it's not ego-mind that ever awakens?

Perhaps it's possible due to the Beloved's ever-present presence,
And because each drop's destiny is to become the Ocean of Self.

bone implants

The burden of our bindings weigh us down,
Even as liberation's force is lifting us up.

Trod knowingly or not, awakening's path holds true,
Regardless of all our twists and turns.

For implanted in our bones are freedom's seeds,
Awaiting us to see their bloom.

Though we're smothered by mind's imaginations,
These seeds are constantly watered by mercy's grace.