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 weekly posts.
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Posted by G.A. Codakiz at 09:21 PM | Permalink
What's a spiritual practice designed to do,But wear out who you think you are?
Or course ego-mind can undermine the practice,While leaving us in the lurch.
Best to be wary of mind's monkey business,As it spins its web of pretense and preconceptions.
And remember spirit's potential power biding its time,Like a tiger awaiting its prey.
Posted by G.A. Codakiz at 03:01 PM | Permalink
One's remembrance has ups and downs,In accord with its degree of depth and scope.
What does depth yield but profound intensity,A sincere yearning of the heart?
And what does scope reveal but inner disarray,An insight into mind's disparate parts?
This is no easy game, pure and simple,Unless we happen to really get out of the way.
Posted by G.A. Codakiz at 08:42 AM | Permalink
Do we each possess a special toolbox,For a key to some hidden treasure within?
Would we know how to open this box,Or how to read the tool use manual inside?
Perhaps it's written in an unknown tongue,In the language of a heart longing to heed awakening's call.
What's to be done but learn from love's labors,As we willingly wait to become less than we think we are.
Posted by G.A. Codakiz at 01:02 PM | Permalink
When there's real remembrance,Doesn't everything experienced, no matter what, become a gift?Is there a way to be grateful for life's pains,Rather than thirsting for escape through spiritual flights?
Perhaps our pleasures and difficulties contain secrets,That could be squeezed out like wine from grapes.
Then we could enjoy all our labors of love,Sensing a fragrance that leads to the Beloved's garden.
Posted by G.A. Codakiz at 08:38 AM | Permalink
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