Falling Awake



It's like falling asleep, but remaining awake.
Like dying, but remaining alive,
This Falling into ourSelf…

Letting go of Everything… Everything.

As in falling sleep,
This abandoning is a pleasure,
Anticipation of Sublime Oblivion…

Of Death Unto…Life.

Even so is our inward turning,
As we cease our outward wandering,
And Fall, Heartlong…

Into our Source.

Not a practice mastered,
A discipline perfected,
But a movement of Attention…

From known, to Knower, to… Knowing.

Surrendering… Everything,
Including “enlightenment”,
“Bondage”…

And all such hellish dualities.

Vanished, the Lover, yet… Alive,
As the Formless Mystery from which,
Lover and Beloved arise…

Both Dancing for a time,
Through this Play of Form,
Then Turning, at Heaven's behest…

To Embrace… and Vanish, yet again.