Awakening sense

not this, not that

Awakening is not what we think it 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. Left is only awakening light's remaining.

it's just awakening

Awakening: is it sudden, is it gradual? Is it by degrees, is it all-inclusive? Is it by levels, is it final? Does one wake up just to relapse into dream again? Does one wake to a lesser dream or do all dreams simply vanish?

It could be any and all of these and doubtless more: it's a continuum----the root, the tree, the branches. At best such queries may prepare the mind and point it toward heart's threshold. 

Mind wants to know but personality just wants. Personality can seem to yearn and long for spirituality but it's a knock-off, an imitation. 

In and of itself the heart can know a different kind of longing that leads beyond personality's feelings. This is the longing of the moth for the flame, love's movement. And what's this kind of love but awakening's wish, not ours? 

Finally, awakening is just awakening and not any description of its vast Ocean of Oneness. The real thing begins when speaking longing's language. May we all aspire for this kind of longing. Short of that words just trip up and fall flat; definitely a limited shelf life.

(also see awakening: when-what-where?)

longing to long

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