How can we awaken without recognizing our deadly state of sleep,
Without knowing the fix we're in?
How indeed, without feeling an intensity of awakening's pull,
And without persistent yet unforced effort?
And how can there be awakening if we think we're the starting point,
Forgetting it's not ego-mind that ever awakens?
Perhaps it's possible due to the Beloved's ever-present presence,
And because each drop's destiny is to become the Ocean of Self.
