Pissing Away Enlightenment

by

Paul E Sexton

I was reading the book
by the Theravadin Monk,
until hammerhead eyelids
had knocked me out.

You know sometimes
in that state of early dream,
when the same thoughts
seem obsessed upon semi-consciously
until sorted and solved.
To be passed along
to the conscious mind.
Well,
the topic for tonight’s dissertation
was enlightenment,
Nibbana, about to unfold.

So there was Dhamma
Spinning around and around
inside my head.

"The hindrance of worry is inhibited by

the Jhana factor Sukha or happiness."
"Compassion is the wish to remove the suffering

of others, It’s direct enemy is wickedness."
"The temperaments of people differ owing to

the diversity of their actions or Kamma,

habitual action tend to form particular temperaments."
"The Aspirant who is striving to gain one pointedness

of mind should endeavor to control unwholesome thoughts

at their very inception."
"Our pain and happiness are the direct results of our own good and evil."
"Nibbana is where the four elements of

cohesion, extension, heat, and motion, find no footing."
"Every conditioned thing is constantly becoming

and perpetually changing."
"Matter consists of forces and qualities in a constant state of flux."
"Death is not the complete annihilation of a being."
"Sense door consciousness turns the
consciousness toward the object."
"Dependent on ignorance arises conditioned activities."
"Dependent on conditioned activities arises
re-linking consciousness."
"Dependent on re-linking consciousness

arises mind and matter."

Then all at once I am awake.
Truly awake for the first time.
Lying in bed at 1:30 am,
having reached the other shore.
My racing mind begins to question;
How will this affect my life?
Should I wake up my wife to tell her?
Could this be just some side effect of
decongestants mixed with anti-depressants?
Is the world truly ready for another Arahant?

However,
standing over the toilet,
under the glaring blinding light,
engaged in conditioned thoughts,
it’s as if my enlightenment,
my entire Buddha nature
is pissed away into the night!

I rush back to bed
seeking desperately
to repeat the experience.

But this time,
I’m deep asleep until 6:30 am
when the crying baby
wakes me from a dream
in which I am at the office.
They are moving me to
a different cubical
in a different department, but
the halls are blocked by construction.
So, I am asked to walk around
the outside of the building
carrying my computer
and the box with all of my stuff.
It’s a very slow process
because it’s heavy,
and there are all these thorny bushes
all over the ground
and I’m not wearing any shoes,
or any pants.

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