Counterfeit: Mistaken Identity

Busyness
In the mind,
Idleness
In the fingers,

Until one
External pinprick
Triggered
A flood of reactions,

Overwhelmed and restless,
Waking early into aversion,
Only to find potential good news,
For which, naturally I was unprepared;

Stumbling and fumbling,
And probably making mistakes
That I don’t see;
How typical,

How monotonous
Is the progression of
The conditioned pattern,
The standard reactions;

And yet,
Through these moments,
The unconditioned
Is said to be found,

Coexisting, they reside together
Inseparably intermingled,
What a shame I failed to notice,
Became lost and behaved unskillfully;

But at least, I later
Recalled my absorption,
Realized my distraction,
Saw how my aversion
Blinded me.