Awakening is not a rocket's streak,
then bright explosive burst. The many years
a man may spend exploring new frontiers,
foments a thirst to seek the Zen mystique
directly through enlightenment of mind.
Unless the crust that you allow to smear
against your eyes is scraped, you're just a steer
bound for next life's most common sausage grind.
To power trudge against the tide of sludge
whch sucks most seekers back to sleep, is dire
for those who'd fully sever ties with mire.
The slime has claims most fatally misjudge.
It permeates each soul's most sacred keep,
and whispers, " Hush, it's all ok, just sleep."