Awakening sense

carbon copies

Sometimes we turn our awakening-self into a shadow,
A carbon copy, a facsimile of what it truly is.

What's left is a caricature, an empty scarecrow,
Repelling whatever might disturb ego-mind's fields.

But all is not lost, it's par for the course,
Each stumbling block presenting new pathways.

All the while a new center of being awaits our discovery,
An intersection of higher influence, of the Beloved's presence.

jumping-off point

Awakening may be a quantum jump as far as ego-mind is concerned,
But why not inch our way to its theshold?

And though we like to map out our journeys,
Who is to say that awakening's portal is miles or inches away?

Perhaps our awakening-self speaks of distance in its own language,
As it stands between the measured and measureless realms.

And perhaps it listens to only one sound,
To the Beloved's whispers no matter how faint.

blindsided

Is there some prelude to awakening?
Likely not, as far as ego-mind is concerned, beyond a vague anxiety.

Unnoticed, the real story goes on behind the scenes,
Though it may be the very root of our existence.

And though the light of awakening may be all-pervasive,
How it upholds this world's darkness remains a mystery.

So being blindsided by its entrance should be no surprise,
When we remember it isn't ego-mind that ever awakens.

tightening the knots

A self-absorbed life revolves solely around itself,
Ever tightening the knots on its self-imposed leash.

How to untangle these knots,
How to sabotage our limits?

Surely the impact of the Beloved's presence would suffice,
Easily shattering our self-imposed shell.

For then all limits would naturally erode,
Swept into a new current, a returning toward Self.