Awakening sense

not this, not that

Awakening is not what we think or want it to be. It's not an idea, much less our idea. Yearning or longing is the very voice of awakening's urge in us reflecting its longing to awaken in and through us.

Such longing combines desperation that can't spare a moment's delay and such patience that time is no object. It portends the end time of multi-level desires we're constantly marketing.

This promotes effacement: ego-mind is 'dis-enforced,' no longer 're-enforced.' The paths of knowledge and longing meet; friends of wisdom become ardent lovers of Truth. 

Then ego-mind is overwhelmed, its trains of thought brought to near standstill.
Only pure awareness is left to surface. And what is that, who can say? 

What it's not has been consumed by love's fire.
What's left is only awakening light's remaining.

longing to long

Longing, the yearning of the heart to awaken, lacks nothing from the world.
It's fulfilled yet continues longing. It only wants to yearn more and want anything else less.

The heart knows longing's treasure is at hand, buried safely in its own back yard.
It knows the Beloved One visits the garden of yearning. 

What does the mind know? At this stage of the game it may not have a clue.
But it can remain serene in the midst of it all.

In this situation the left hand may not know what the right's doing, but they can happily work together. 

yearning: shifting gears

Longing is the yearning to awaken, to approach the threshold of the Divine Beloved.
It's the bridge across the impossible gap between the dream and the Real.

Before longing hits high gear it's hard to keep inner focus on Self/God, it's hard to keep an inner exchange going.

Afterward it's hard not to.

irresistible longing

The fruit of any spiritual enterprise is longing: intense longing for the Beloved One, the Oneness as Beloved.
It's the needed ingredient without which there are only empty recipes and formulas.

When longing is unremitting and irreconcilable it becomes irresistible.

Our inner obstacles can no longer resist an irresistible longing.
Even our Real Self can't resist it. Then the flame itself can no longer resist the moth.