When ego-mind is badly shaken,
A bone-crushing dread can seep through the cracks.
A dread masking recognition of dream-self's nothingness,
A recognition that it's less than a shadow of one's true Self.
But what if that shadow's fog were lifted,
Revealing our inner garden's flowering?
Then the perfume of heart/mind's longing would be released,
That healing balm of the Beloved's presence.