Awakening sense

the flip side

Could it be our imagination is awakening's shadow,
Its flip side keeping us in the dark?

Could ego-mind constantly be missing the point,
Imagining it's awake though only to this dream-world?

Must we get to the end of our rope,
Before leaping toward our true state?

All good questions provoking endless answers,
Likely only a taste of awakening can put them to rest.

bearing down

Our dream-machine makes this dream-world so concrete,
Making it seem a crushing weight to bear.

Yet can't this burden be suspended,
Through the slightest whiff of awakening's fragrance?

Such moments may be filled with gifts,
But what would that matter to heart's new longing?

Then both gifts and burdens are equally welcomed,
Turning this dream's emptiness into fullness.

 

the perfect crime?

It seems ego-mind has pulled off the perfect crime,
For even our memory of this act has been wiped clean.

Has ego-mind succeeded in the ultimate identity theft,
As we keep assuming we are who we appear to be?

Yet occassionaly some clues start to surface,
Vague recollections of what our true nature might be.

And as awakening's urge pushes us to mind's edge,
Are we not freer to sense Self's presence?

 

 

 

why the bother?

Why be bothered with this dream-world's troubles,
When it makes us ignore the Beloved's grandeur?

Such worries just show ego-mind's true colors,
Reveal its ingrained doubts and fears.

What chance does such a mind have,
Wandering about in its own hall of mirrors?

Yet our self-induced trance is easily broken,
In the instant our awakening-self begins dispelling this dream.