[I thought:]

"Plowing the field with plows,
sowing the ground with seed,
supporting their wives & children,
young men gather up wealth.

So why is it that I,
	consummate in virtue,
	a doer of the teacher's bidding,
don't gain Unbinding?
I'm not lazy or proud."

Washing my feet, I noticed
		the
		water.

And in watching it flow from high
		to
		low,
	my heart was composed
	like a fine thoroughbred steed.

Then taking a lamp, I entered the hut,
	checked the bedding,
	sat down on the bed.
And taking a pin, I pulled out the wick:
	Like the flame's unbinding
	was the liberation
		of awareness.