Already awake,
Aware of the bustle
Surrounding me,
I re-awaken as if anew.

I am remembering,
Again,
and again,
and again.

I know who I am,
With a sudden urgency.
When had I forgotten,
Again?

The heart knows.
It comes from trying to be, 
Enough, 
Again.

Good enough,
Worthy enough, 
Smart enough,
Strong enough...
...enough....
...enough....
....enough....

Striving has lulled 
Away the knowing.
Enough, has never been enough.
I am remembering.

There is something more than enough,
At the core,
At the center,
At the oneness of being,
There is something more than enough. 

Something born of trusting,

Where illusions give way
And my heart comes home.