There are moments of awareness,
but just usually a glimpse.
My eyes wide open and I can see,
but just as quick it shrinks.
Who is the ‘I’ that sees this place,
so what part of me is real.
Why can’t my heart protect itself,
why can’t it always feel.
When I relate from ego’s mind,
my blinds are quickly drawn.
Blinded then by my humanness,
truth can never dawn.
But in these precious moments,
when the lights turned on.
I can know the truth inside,
that’s been there all along.
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