Paradox of awakening

Thought precedes action, intent comes yet before, arising from murmurs of a restless soul, feeling incomplete, though each pore is a door, to imbibe agape love, that heart may feel whole, yet foiled by ego that always keeps a score, so negating God’s light, we make do with dole. He who wishes to ascend does not exist; When the false falls, we transform as a bliss mist.