Tuesday 11 August 2015

ZEN MY ASS


Where is Zen? The search goes on. It may take some time


HIS NAME IS ZEN

HE WAS MY ASS

THE LAST RIDE BY


TO ZEN I BRAY

AND BUDDAH YOGI BERRA

THOUGH I KNOW IT HAS NO SENSE


ALL IS ILLUSION

AND CONFUSION

ACTION ART AND DEATH


NATURE IS THE WAY

FROM NOTHINGNESS

TO ORDINARY MIND


THE ANSWER

IS THERE IS NO ANSWER

GERTRUDE STEIN INFORMS


 ENLIGHTENMENT

 IS BEYOND OUR KEN

AND A CUP OF TEA


IS A BOWL OF TEA

IN DHYANA CH'AN & ZEN

BUT WE CAN CHOOSE


TO SLURP OR SIP 

WHEN WE KNEEL

OR STAND OR SIT


IN OUR SANDALS

SOCKS

OR SHOES


OR IN BARE FEET

UNWASHED

OR WASHED


TO FIND REALITY

OF COOLING TEA

AND UNWASHED TEACUPS


ON A PLANET

THIRD FROM SUN

WHERE ZEN MY ASS


WAS WANT TO RUN

IN HOBBY STYLE

OF WOODEN HORSE


SHOULD I CALL HIM

TO MY SIDE

THE CARROT IN MY HAND


THEN AND NOW

THE ORANGE GLOW

AS FROM THE EAST


THE PRE-DAWN SONG

A BRAYING CROW

UPON THE CHIMNEY


OF THE HOUSE

UPON THE RIVER BANK

AND THEN 'TWAS GONE


AND LOST FROM ME

AN ECHO OF THE CALL

OF ZEN