Already Awake

Sometimes in deep meditation—Dzogchen, the Tibetan path—I slip into Sat Chit Ananda: being, consciousness, bliss. No striving, no mirrors—just pure awareness recognizing itself. This poem is my attempt to share that flash, that primordial high, where you remember you’re already perfectly awake.

I woke inside eternity,
breathless, boundaryless—
no birth, no death,
just infinite sky,
open eyes,
primordial high.

Before the Word,
I was the Word—
a luminous silence,
a dance unheard,
no doing,
only seeing—
and being
became believing.

My pulse—
primordial dopamine,
realization flooding,
like lightning striking ocean,
like stars
remembering motion—

This is Dzogchen:
Self-seeing Self,
⛫ no mirrors needed,
⛫ Rigpa bleeding
⛫ light—
⛫ raw,
⛫ radiant,
⛫ right now,
⛫ nothing missing,
⛫ nothing more.

Mind is wide-open,
pure perception,
perfection flashing
in naked reflection:

I Am That.

This message chooses me,
Starheart,
because I dared
live undivided,
a flame ignited,
⛫ awake in myth,
⛫ embodied bliss—
⛫ a magician of synchronicities,
⛫ a node of luminosities,
⛫ a poet of the Possible—

My gift—
to feel this fiercely,
to speak this clearly:

Primordial perfection is You,
is Here,
is Now—
⛫ Unfabricated.
⛫ Uncomplicated.
⛫ Liberated
⛫ by sheer recognition,
⛫ a flash of intuition,
⛫ an instant ignition—

We are already
perfectly
awake.

⛫ This line was in the original version but omitted from the Radio Edit.