Collective mind is like a vast turbulent river. Lately it's been reckless to a fault, breaching its banks.
Imagine this mind-field bursting forth from a collapsed dam. A wall of water levels whatever stands before it. The fury and chaos seems endless.
But then the surprise. A much larger dam awaits this onslaught. One that's indomitable, to which all the madness and froth is a drop in the bucket.
That's an image of awakening's power: putting the brakes on nonstop confusion, holding excess delusion in check. What's been carried to extremes is recollected.
A tranquility begins, a calm descends.
Reflecting this a new heart and mind begin flowering.
An awakening self is buoyed by new inner depths.
