Enlightenment: A Poem by Dale Harris


My husband is a serious meditator.
His aim is not to be reborn into a next lifetime.
My goal is to get through this one.

My husband reads
from the journal of a great woman teacher
who spent twelve years living in a cave in Tibet,
to reach enlightenment.

I tell him, clean your room.
It is a cave.
It will take you twelve years.
If you can find your socks,
maybe you can find your Buddha nature.

Later he says
maybe I can do it in three.
Your room or enlightenment, I ask?

I kiss him when he sleeps.
I whisper,
if you’re not coming back,
neither am I.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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