Sometimes we turn our awakening-self into a shadow,
A carbon copy, a facsimile of what it truly is.
What's left is a caricature, an empty scarecrow,
Repelling whatever might disturb ego-mind's fields.
But all is not lost, it's par for the course,
Each stumbling block presenting new pathways.
All the while a new center of being awaits our discovery,
An intersection of higher influence, of the Beloved's presence.