The Freedom of No Awakening
As a young boy I loved to collect and read Superman comics. More than anything in the Universe, I would have loved to be Superman. I often dreamed I had the gift of flying. Then, in the late 1960s, in College, the coolest thing I could imagine enjoying was a ménage et trois with two pretty girls. On mushrooms. Finally, in my senior year, I heard about Enlightenment. I was reading Phillip Kapleau's Three Pillars of Zen where he described multiple accounts of Awakening. Though I came from a devoutly atheistic-rationalistic family, and though the stories were as magical as Sheherazade’s, they also seemed too true to deny. The one that most impressed me, because it was the closest to my own world, while the others were all about exotic Japanese practitioners, was the account of a Jewish-American businessman (a man who, it later turned out, my father knew) who studied Zen in Japan and came to Awakening. I was so excited about Awakening that I told everyone I knew to read the book, so that they too could enjoy this miraculous opportunity to outdo Superman and become Enlightened. With one semester to go, almost dropping out of college, I began meditating six to seven hours a day, so that I could experience It for myself as quickly as possible. Though over time the meditation schedule subsided significantly, being Awakened remained for almost fifty years the most precious state imaginable. But recently I’ve come to appreciate that Awakening is itself an illusion. It is just an idea—in the sense that everyone is born and blessed with the same pure awareness. Everyone, even babies and dogs, are always Awake. It is just that most people remain lost in the dream-world of thoughts, principally in the thought that we are a “person” or thing. Even people who “experience” Awakening, tend to make of it a wondrous “thing,” something to attain and hold on to. Yet it is only by dropping all notions, even the notion of Awakening, and simply being our natural state of loving awareness, whether that is being the scent of morning coffee or being the sadness of loss, that we enjoy true freedom. If you don’t know what I am talking about, just enjoy your coffee.









