Endlessly repeating our life story can overwhelm,
Especially when it seems like a morass ever spreading.
But what a change if even the germ of our awakening-self appears,
Unless once more smothered by the weight of fearful dreaming.
Yet a promise of light remains, transforming fear into fearlessness,
Evaporating mind's weight into weightlessness.
This reveals a new resolve, real grit,
Just knowing awakening's wine is ever at hand.