The wait

Patience and the mind

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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