You might think that awakening
Is like the big bang
Lots of fireworks and trumpets
A complete explosion of consciousness
As total realization yanks you
Into a new and astonishing reality
But what really happens
Is an exquisite softening
And peaceful stillness
Where all hard edges of separation
Dissolve effortlessly
No fireworks
No trumpets
No explosion
Just soft and open presence
That some may call love
But we call openness.
Image by DreamyArt from Pixabay
