A tribute to the Golden Days of Yesterzen...
Jonesing for enlightenment,
I sit zazen.
Tongue tucked tight
To palate,
Eyes on nothing
And everything
Like mind
Monkey mind
Scramble slitherscramble
From tree to tree
Attach to anything
Frantically grabbing
As I watch me
Scramble sittingscramble--
Breathe boy,
Count the breath
And nothing else.
What will it be,
This enlightening?
Will I know?
Will I glow?
Will it show?
I can't wait
For the peace.
I can't wait
For the release.
The sitting's hell
On the knees
The squirrel is skittering
Among the trees
Attach to anything
Frantically grabbing--
BREATHE BOY.
Count the breath
And nothing else.
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"I can't wait
For the peace."
Big meaning for such a tiny sentence.
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