ZEN MASTER


Zen Master

dancing and giggling

while the world dies

smiling

while the world screams

sitting in satori

while countless beings

suffer the tortures

of their oppressors

Zen Master

wincing at a thorn





Note, most people misinterpret this poem to be a put down of Zen. Not so.....

Edgar





On Oct 4, 2008, at 6:34 AM, roloro1557 wrote:



reality comes in on little cat feet
or bolts of lightning
it plays across the strings of violins
and drives to the bakery for a loaf of bread
it trickles down faces in tears
and lurks in the dirt on the rug
it moves in the wagging tail of a dog
or finds a voice in the song of a bird

Margie (roloro1557)




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