As the clock spring tightens in winding, the coil of becoming gets denser, until, in excruciating closeness there is a click: a sound, the chiming of awakening, and a loosening from oneself toward the state unwound.
We come into the worlds denser and denser, tightening the spiral of becoming 'til denseness and solidity and excitement become the norm. Taking eons - and in the blink of an eye - moving from, and through, and as, the light/love/breath to being of form. The pleasure trove excites and satisfies the senses - organs of perception growing, turning toward oneself far deeper, stronger.
Transitory joys, we lose sight and remembrance from where we come and what one is; until light shines reflected and we think the jewel glistening in that mirror of the world is the sun. But it too passes and this mirror is broken to dust. What remains is the true mirror of the heart, and as the unwinding of the spring is like love - turning from oneself the little - away attention toward what is; self grows and polishes, cleans. The reflection of the light/breath grows and Love both opens and leads the way to true joy - until Love the way become the Way to Itself. Breath/heart lived becomes - from little to large - remembering no more, but shining as the sun. Express then, upon oneself, all joy; and one can partake of the senses and pleasures as within.
To start now, breathe Love in the Heart - toward your Ideal.