Every Avatar could be called the Awakener
none having come to teach, words ineffectual
except perhaps as a backdrop.
And all instructions coming down to this:
You can’t get there
from here
by any will or effort of your own.
Dormant souls require the kiss of the Prince.
Can’t bear otherwise to leave their beds;
tear themselves away from the latest
exploits of their fantastical selves.
Only a perfect surrender bestowed from Perfection
(by perfect grace) can pierce the ancient spell
to awaken from its repose
the latent, dreaming soul.
O child of God, all words and ideas
are mere explorations of the dream.
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