Of Emerging by Day

Once you pursue a plan
To reduce your longing,
That plan is your longing.

The discipline involved
Can get pretty extreme,
Hence monastic training,

Rules for sitting this way,
Rules for not thinking that,
Lifetimes of practicing

An equanimity
To release the wanting
Flesh into the serene.

Some faiths give up on it,
Assuming the finest dead
Will still be wanting things

For all eternity.
Well, between fantasy
And fantasy, why not

Prefer your own nonsense,
Dream of waking one day
From your unworthy life

To come into the light
Divested of longing,
Never hungry, never

In search of fresh supplies,
Aware without wanting,
Never not delighted.