Who we think we are is the clothing mind parades in concealing its unlimited nature. Its fabric fleshes out what we appear to be. Like a comfort food this gives us a sense of ease. It feeds more 'dream-stuff' to prop up who we seem to be.
Yet all these fabrications are insubstantial as cotton candy.
Awakening's workings have an appetite for all this fluff as well. But there's a difference: whatever is consumed doesn't get replaced, no seconds.
Every morsel eventually gets devoured leaving us with a clean plate. The only seasoning of choice is our willingness and readiness to awaken.
The highlight of this particular menu: an unforgettable feast of homecoming.
