The wait

It is worth the wait

Reaching the final gate

Beyond, it is open

Few are the chosen

That choice, a reward

For a spotless record

In transient purgatory

Finally, there will be glory

When thoughts are shunned

Of the past, that’s rotund

Also of what’s to come

To which, many succumb

It carves a path forward

Inward and northward

Avoiding the shadows

In the mind’s shallows

Patiently, lying in wait

Hoping we begin to create

Is the seed, of awareness

Our handling is careless

What else can take us up?

Where nothing will interrupt

The awakened state

The ordinary cannot relate

Awareness always waits

By the inner gates

For centuries, none come

Rarely one will become

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We were once celebrated

That memory has faded

In its place, another world

In which the ego’s furled

With patience, if we wait

While carrying much weight

The curtains may fall

Aiding our faint recall

Every moment’s a cue

If we know how to view

Life in its entirety

It’s hidden in the variety

The mind may not know

It’s busy, with its overflow

We are roped in to assist

But blinded by the mist

Thoughts become steamy

Making us drunk and dreamy

Life becomes about them

They glorify or condemn

There will come a moment

A form of atonement

By raising awareness

There will be a consensus

Within our being

We begin leaving 

The past behind

The wait’s over, O mind