A Dream Much About Suchness

Of the 3,000 worlds

In each moment of Suchness

There’s enough to fill your head

More than can ever be said

Of the sores and afflictions

That define our condition

Riddling the past

As well as tempting

Us with pleasures

Yet to come

When the curtain

Is drawn and the water’s

Nice and warm and

The attendant smiles

In a comely fashion

You may grope for your cash

Or submit to the bath

With a smile all your own

As befits a fallen state

Now is the moment

To decide between

Arousal and panic

Or else you might choose

To rise from your bed 

Waiting for the light
Of the coming dawn