More imperfection today?
Oh yes, it never stops
And with it a rabbit hops,
Another leap of insight:
If all is imperfect
Then, so is practice
And so is any insight gained
Or any enjoyment obtained
How can one make a mistake
When all is mistaken?
I laughed and observed (imperfectly)
How flawed the laughter;
How imperfect is the sound
How impure the contact with the ear
How defiled the sensation arising therefrom
How deficient the sense organ
And then a non-sensation
Within the world of sensation,
Or is it apart from it?
And is that too imperfect?
Is that merely another dhamma:
Just a filthy conditioned phenomenon
In a stagnant murky pool
In a snake infested swamp?
Of that I am uncertain
But regardless of the cause,
Notwithstanding its nature,
It is a pleasant feature
It is so quiet there,
So free of any disturbance,
So still, so calm
But so indeterminate
I'm not sure what it is
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