Awakening sense

mountain flurries

Like a snow-capped mountain ego-mind prevails over its domain. This mind's heights are imposing but not imperturbable, for windswept flakes of thought often disturb its peace.

As these flurries settle we get temporary respites, breathing spaces of calm, maybe some insights.

But buried below the surface are glacier-like layers of life patterns we're locked into. It's the ultimate co-dependency as we maintain them and they sustain us.

What but the fire of a yearning heart can melt those depths, can alter their frigid grip?

And what yearning could that be but the fire of awakening's longing to awaken itself through each of us?

beekeeping

Our inner programming surrounds us like a dust cloud obscuring and confusing. It behaves like a swarm of buzzing bees when agitated; calming a furious mind settles them down for a while.

They're most disturbed by threats to their home base, the beehive. Its architecture mimics our many-chambered mind. There the essence of all our experiences is stored like nectar for a queen bee. This regal ego-mind has one goal: perpetuation of the separate self.

How to wipe out the separation? What finally matters in the extermination business is removing the beehive, not just quieting the bees.

Truly encountering awakening is for just that purpose. It leads to the last straw finally breaking the back of ego-mind's domination.

split decision

There may be inner worlds and levels encountered prior to experience of One Self. These could be filled with meaning or minefields according to how navigated.

They may be imbued with profound unity or distract and bedazzle like a movie's 'coming attractions.'  Awareness may be more refined yet the split of self and Self remains.

The One Self only apparently splits into all the ego-minds of me, you, us, and them like one splintered image in a mirror's bits and pieces.

All this splitting is experienced within ego-mind's world: split levels (in the house of consciousness), split decisions (in the game of life), split attention (in some meditative practices), splitting hairs (in intellectual distinctions). And often the comedy of this world's facade creates side-splitting laughter.

The journey from self to Self is sometime called a 'no-journey,' being a seamless whole. Awakening may be called that journey's 'no-bridge,' a rainbow pointing to a treasure.

of what avail?

Is a veil between Real Awake Self and dream-self? Is it permeable or impenetrable?

Dream-self is ego-mind's domain, its calling card and claim to fame. This self's wrapped up head to foot, enfolded in a veil of its own bindings. They becomes the fortress it's entrenched within with gates locked inside and out. Here any talk of veils is nonsense only to be dismissed.

True Self knows only the Real and any veil as false. And what of waking-up-self's knowing? It may often feel blindfolded and blindsided. Yet gradually constraints loosen becoming more flimsy and insubstantial.

Availing itself of awakening's pull waking-up-self starts seeing this game as love's play. With this movement it too pays less and less attention to veils and veiling.