We should not deceive,
harm or despise another —
seems impossible!
May all be happy —
What kind of cruel joke is that?
This is Samsara!
“What is accomplished”
is not a question in Zen —
it is a statement.
A prodigal child
may not ever return home.
It is up to them.
A little white lie
can go a long way — stopping
fools dead in their tracks
Rising on command,
who were these bodhisattvas?
In truth they were us.
Eternal lifespan
of the Buddha is nonsense —
the transcendent kind.
Equilibrium
Maybe even equipoise.
It’s in the balance.
Not bringing us down,
like gravity — empathy
is lifting us up.
What is compassion?
It’s not what you think it is —
our kind Universe
A loving kindness
would be to fully embrace
“things just as it is”
Here on Spaceship Earth
We are running out of room —
Slamming gates won’t help.
It’s a conspiracy!
That’s what the believers say —
and they are correct.
The United States
One “nation of immigrants” —
Sea to roiling sea
Once we lived in tribes:
A hundred fifty or so —
Now it’s out of hand.
Prajna means “wisdom,”
Paramita, “perfecting” —
“Mantra,” something else!
Nothing to attain!
Oh, what a relief it is —
this no-attainment
Given emptiness,
emptiness is a given.
It is not nothing.
Who were those two guys
talking through and to Buddha —
on that fateful day?
Zazen is the bomb,
the essence of essential.
Without it, no Zen.