One may feel awakening's breeze wafting their way,
And even feel the Beloved's living presence.
Yet a thorny problem can raise its head,
A tendency to limit, to put all this on a leash.
For even as love's winds are blowing,
Down below, ego-mind's crews slam the hatches shut.
Trying to insure its hard drive isn't touched,
That its most valuable treasures aren't singed or burned away.