Our awakening-self is destined to wade through the maze of what seems to be,
While in the midst of being inspired by what actually is.
It's a balancing act of effort and grace, falling and recovering,
Of steering off the road, then back on the fast track.
A place from which we can regroup and reorient,
As ego-mind's dominance yields to a heart on fire.
A rediscovery of what we've forgotten,
A brushing against the theshold of the Beloved.