Awakening sense

an insignificant other

What's remembrance of the Beloved as Real Self,
But acknowledging one's own falseness?

To forget ego-mind, that false self, that insignificant other, isn't being unconscious of it,
Rather an acute awareness of its smallness, even nothingness.

The tension between such forgetfulness and remembrance purifies,
Striking the heart like an arrow on its target.

Between those extremes there's something special brewing,
A friction, a flame that starts burning away barriers.

keeping it simple

If we see that we are (not just have) a false self,
Does that make it harder to overlook it?

And if seeing the actual nothingness of who we think we are,
Would it not be easier to take a stance on one's ground of being?

How much less complicated to see true light,
When ignoring the caricature, the glitter of this false show.

How much simpler to remember the Beloved as Self,
When realizing were in this together with the True Friend.

in retrospect

Whether retrospection or introspection,
Trying to unravel mind's many veils.

Whether contrition or invocation,
Forgetting the false or remembering the Real.

Whether personality in abeyance,
Or essence all aflame.

It's all in the wake of awakening's urge,
Of the Beloved's passion, of Self's true light.

overexposure

Can connecting with spirit be so fragile,
That even a pin drop can disturb it?

Can it truly be so evanescent,
That even memories of glimpses evaporate?

Or could it be a matter of protection from overexposure
That until our inner circuits are solid, they might get fried?

Surely awakening's current ever sustains us,
And surely it's ever ready to revive us.