“give up the struggle
and just do” the master says
red leaves cover the ground
“our path is
whatever comes naturally”
the master sneezes – hard
“no mind! no mind!”
the master shouts
a shower of windblown maple seeds
“grow white flowers
in the shit of suffering”
master’s master died
“only this moment”
master’s voice
echoes through the hall
“liberation”
the master says and points
a gull drops a quahog
banging the door
“wake up!” master yells
the old shed collapses
“silence! practice it!”
the master says
suddenly, a ringing in my ears
“the wanting wants
itself” the master chuckles
a hound baying at the moon
“the buddha knows
even war” the master
jumping from stone to stone
“anger obscures all good”
the master folds each page
“you are the many
jeweled buddha,” the master
laughs, dances, is gone
