Awakening sense

inner gates

Within the body lie doorways to our inner garden,
A place with vastness that's truly measureless.

Perhaps this body is only a speck within that spaciousness,
And this ego-mind just a brick in that garden's walls.

That garden's path leads to the Beloved's courtyard,
As self rediscovers its connection to Self.

Then a longing heart wishes for not a moment of forgetfulness,
As it seeks only what's helpful for spirit's awakening.

a comfortable fit

If we imagine awakening as supernatural, it's made less approachable,
If it's imagined as totally natural, it's made too accessible.

Both views are a comfortable fit for ego-mind,
As both interfere with awakening's seamless presence.

Both belittle its all-engulfing nature,
And only delaying its timely appearance.

Ego-mind's inability to grasp it only confirms awakening's presence all the more,
For it's beyond our wildest thoughts, yet closer than our beating hearts.

 

drug of choice

Ego-mind loves unfinished business,
Very befitting, for in itself it's always incomplete.

Such hectic energy guarantees us no peace of mind,
Always spurring us on toward new difficulties.

We thirst for whatever helps our self-absorption,
Mainlining whatever causes Self-forgetfulness.

What's the antidote for this coma-like condition?
Perhaps the intoxication from a drop of awakening's presence.

taking it personally

Each one's approach to awakening is totally unique,
Yet leads to that same peerless and matchless One.

Each one's connection to the impersonal Self is personal,
More intimate than any other closeness.

At first we trudge along our path, kicking up dust,
But as our load lessens, our tracks get lighter.

Eventually the dust decreases as mind settles down,
Revealing a heart fully prepared to embrace the Beloved.