What's the beginning of awakening,
But waking up to our around-the-clock sleepwalking?
That's like turning an ignition switch,
Inviting a deeper longing to awaken more and more.
Each such experience has its own flavor,
To be felt and known, as ego-mind's sleeping dogs lie low.
Then, in the midst of mind's buzzing, a sudden stillness may arrive,
An incomparable wine's rarest of perfumes.