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