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.