Awakening to what we actually are is unavoidable,
Whether to our liking or not, agreeable or not.
Like a tree hidden in a seed, our treasure waits to be unearthed,
Though slowed down by an obstinant mind.
When this dream's grip is lessened what can we feel but freer,
So why not invite the rightful owner into our rented house?
Why try to bolt the door when the walls are coming down,
Even as the One Self is claiming its place within each and all?
