How to escape ego-mind's grasping clutch?
Maybe by feeling so boxed in there's no other choice.
For we're sealed in a safe sinking to the ocean's floor,
The lock's combination all but forgotten.
Yet awakening can flower, no matter what,
Sprouting within the grounds of heart's new clarity.
A dose of desperation may trigger its birth pangs,
Though hardly a price to pay for its boundless gifts.