Ego-mind holds on to its dreary routines for dear life,
For without them it feels stripped bare.
That's its way of being true to itself,
Though genuine longing to awaken is beyond its means.
For what's lost in our mad pursuit of ourself as Self,
But loss of certainty that one is truly anything else?
And what's gained through longing to awaken,
But recognition of the Beloved, an open door to one's Real Self?