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View submission: Friday Night Zen Poetry Slam: Promises of happiness, “zazen for nothing”
There is no you or me,
Maybe some day you'll see,
That's an old game for kids,
Meant to pop off their lids,
After you sit for long enough,
You begin to wonder is this enough?
I've seen what others have done before,
So I try for something more.
We have fun, this is true,
Don't let my words turn you blue,
I once read an old text,
Used as a Platform for the rest.
It puzzled me to no end,
When you know he couldn't read,
Why would he pretend?
The better question I asked myself,
Why did he never take a book from a shelf?
He found it without knowing how to read,
Heard it on the wind, yes indeed.
Hahahaha.
Zen has many uses my friend,
It just depends.
Be you a layman,
Or someone with heavy vows,
How you shoulder the duty,
Of singing cows.
I've heard an old tale,
Of a man we both Revere,
His son walked out to him,
Showing no fear,
He kneeled and asked quite plain,
For his inheritance or what did remain,
I've heard some speak highly of his wife,
She managed the kingdom, kept it from strife,
Are these tales true, I don't know,
But they paint a bigger picture of a man we should know.
A wiser man than me once said,
There is suffering but no one who suffers.
Do you think he was poisoned or did he walk home?
With only one shoe?
Hahaha
There's nothing here!