Awakening sense

out of hand?

Does it seem this illusion-dream is exaggerated, overrated?  That the illusion-machine is outdoing itself, has gone too far afield? That collective mind is getting top heavy? Is this 'reality' show getting out of hand?

Maybe it's high tide just before draw back to the sea: a full cycle of imagination ready to be swallowed by its source, the Ocean of Self. Like a high noon moment waiting for a showdown.

Maybe all the chaos is a catalyst that precipitates awakening spirit's response.

Maybe all the noise is our call that's an echo of awakening's reply.

doing time

Like inmates in isolated cells we sit behind bars of our own mind maze. Prison doors have us locked in yet we've thrown away the keys. 

The locks are jammed out of disuse. In our hypnotic state they spell security, no longer seen a detriment. In addition the overload of a frantic collective mind makes them seize up all the more.

That just adds insult to injury. But it's the kind of extreme that might draw awakening spirit closer to our dream world. Its living fire's intensity can melt old accumulations and free up the locks.

Once the doors are unlocked who will remember to test them and see for sure? Once opened who will leave baggage behind and walk through unhindered?

time to retool?

Eventually ego-mind becomes outmoded, crowded by its own trip wires. Should its defense mechanisms be scrapped no need for alarm. Gutting them makes room for more user-friendly systems.

This clears the air for awakening's presence. Traveling beyond personality's reach its light touches heart's  center.

Retained there this timeless energy doesn't drain away into the river of time. Rather it's an elixir that revives when revisited.

Then we're reestablished in an abiding state where memory's shadows are dispelled. A living tangible silence displaces the noise of an empty dream-life.

home free

When remembering the Beloved/True Self the dust cloud (impressions) obscuring our sight drops away.

But there's a catch: holding this focus in heart/mind's stillness, without preconditions or afterthoughts. Then the firm sense of who we think we are gets dislodged.

Such remembrance springs from inner confidence only spirit provides. It naturally flows from exposure to the radiance of awakening's work.

Then ego-mind's no longer the centerpiece of experience. The familiar echoes of its noise are suddenly missing.

Like errant homing pigeons they no longer return to prop up conditioned mind. Where would they go but the vast reservoir of awakening's workings?

Whatever is relinquished in this way cuts our dust cloud down to size. Whether whittled away or recycled it's awakening's intelligence at work.

This alchemy creates a deep assurance: nothing matters more than this giving and receiving, love's exchange in our inner garden.