Awakening sense

what counts

First spirituality may seem an asset, an add-on improving our life.
But at some point only remembrance of the Beloved counts.

This supersedes our dream-life while giving it new significance.
It gives the key to a treasure beyond reckoning.

Remembrance comes from awakening's spirit at our core, not from who we think we are. It's calling to itself and our lives become the reply.

Ego-mind provides the material, the platform for this reply.
Like a scaffold no longer needed it can be taken down eventually.

What's left standing then but the solid ground of real being?

forgetting to remember

Remembrance of self is what we do.
It fits the job description we pursue 24/7.

This thickens the shell of separateness surrounding us and strengthens ego-mind's webs. We're bound by self-fixation's glue so how can it be otherwise?

Forgetfulness of Self just compounds our predicament.

Remembrance of Self invites awakening's exchanges within.
Raining about us these promptings get harder to ignore.

They may begin as fleeting moments yet are never lost.
This triggers demolition of ego-mind's barriers; dismantling of its mazes begins in earnest.

Forgetfulness of self then leads to the gates of our inner garden. 

beyond memory's gates

Remembrance is more an act of recognition than memory. It's recognizing real identity, focus on Self as Real I.

Its approach path is through the clear space of a waking heart. When attempted within ego-mind's realms it proves unapproachable.

It's the actual attraction to Self sprouting from Self's wish to awaken through you or me. The price tag? Letting go the grip of our limits and bindings.

Then remembrance is a gift though not given gratis.

It may be our due but not duly given.

It may be the key to the treasure but not evident.

It may be available to all but only acknowledged by a yearning  heart.

falling pebbles (pt.1)

Inner bindings swirl about us like dust particles (impressions). Suspended in mind's currents they're distracting as swarms of insects. With mind's surface calm and depths silent these particles fall to the ground like pebbles.

They are bathed there in currents of two rivers: forgetfulness of self and remembrance of Self.

That remembrance is heart's knowing, recognition. It both calms mind and supplies fire that incinerates separateness.

Heart's knowing fuels the express train of remembrance. That's so vital as our collective mind nears getting unhinged. Then another door can open and new movements begin; the old can be left behind.

So remember to forget your baggage as the train pulls out of the station.   (also pt.2)