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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Posted by G.A. Codakiz at 09:21 PM | Permalink
Awakening may be a quantum jump as far as ego-mind is concerned,But why not inch our way to its theshold?
And though we like to map out our journeys,Who is to say that awakening's portal is miles or inches away?
Perhaps our awakening-self speaks of distance in its own language,As it stands between the measured and measureless realms.
And perhaps it listens to only one sound,To the Beloved's whispers no matter how faint.
Posted by G.A. Codakiz at 06:32 AM | Permalink
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.
Posted by G.A. Codakiz at 12:59 PM | Permalink
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.
Posted by G.A. Codakiz at 08:22 AM | Permalink
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.
Posted by G.A. Codakiz at 07:50 AM | Permalink
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