Awakening sense

touch-and-go

Ego-mind's impossible expectations create a pool of frustration,
A constant mess we're swimming in.

Acquiescing to this dream-world prolongs the fix,
An ever-present mire bogging us down.

But what's truly precarious is separation from Self through forgetfulness,
Though this distance can feed pangs of love for the Beloved.

When such a longing is felt, it becomes most precious to us,
A gift that becomes irreplaceable.

 

 

undismayed

Ego-mind's maze both amazes and dismays us,
Holding us entrapped til we unravel is puzzles.

For its doubts and fears keep us in the maze,
Keeping us from coming out or seeing through it.

Until we get the whole picture revealing its own nothingness,
Until we see it's not our ego-mind that ever awakens.

Then we're readied to see the key to our inner treasure,
To feel the longing that burns away all veils to Self.

 

 

 

boxed in

When ego-mind gets rattled, it's vulnerable,
Boxed in within the walls of its fears.

Then we feel how out of control it is,
Our awakening-self can see ego-mind's utter smallness.

While passing through the gates of its worse dreads,
We can catch a glimpse of its nothingness.

Fears evaporate into a new-found spaciousness,
Leaving us to celebrate a new-found joy.

 

a favorite pastime

Complaint may be one of ego-mind's favorite pastimes,
But it turns out to be a hazardous preoccupation.

Blaming and bemoaning strengthen the overlays then entrap us,
Layers like poison icing on a cake.

Our awakening-self only wishes for more longing to awaken,
Cares not whether complaints or compliments come its way.

This can lead to a heart on fire with a different sort of grievance,
For it's impatient to be consumed by love for the Beloved.