Ego-mind simply can't fathom the slightest glimpse of awakening,
For it's like an elephant standing inside an impossibly small room.
We may call the glimpsing great or small,
Yet the elephant remains unfazed, unchanged.
And what could make such glimpsing possible, even inevitable,
But the irresistible pull of love's play itself?
If awakening's presence is diamond-solid and all-pervasive,
Could life's dream that we imagine be contained in a drop of its Ocean?