Bittersweet Awakening
When you begin to wake up
the illusions begin to fade.
The myths,
the stories.
What we told ourselves to be true and real
all begins to unravel.
There is a grief that reveals itself
when the veil is lifted.
Leaving a residue of hope
that tastes harsh and bitter on the tongue.
Pure,
bare,
reality
can feel like a distant, frozen
Antarctica-
leaving space for doubt to thrive.
In frustration,
the head raises upward
to boldly question the universe:
How will this practice bring connectedness
to the heart?
With that demand,
a deep sigh arises like a warm wave through the body,
as from a well-spring inside the earth.
Without thinking,
a tender palm moves to the naked skin of the chest,
and delicately whispers,
“just keep going.”
-Me
-Me
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