He Is, Finally, Is - Hui Neng is still, shoveling, shit – Francis - Sits at the edge of his dreaming – or is it – Whatever, whoever – dreaming him? The throng of his thoughts – Hui Neng omming – Sweating in his labor -perplexed – in doubt - The bizarre thought - that he is, finally, is – Rowing – out, towards – maybe, he’s Forgotten about the sea – the urge – skim – Ming on the verge – of all remembrance, thought – Must it be – so abstract –the moon there - ablaze – The broken waves – all of space – that compendium – Of signs and wonders – a dragon, lonely, afloat – And if it is merely abstract –structure less- meaningless – Hui Neng is shoveling – always listening – enlightenment – On any street corner – sutra upon sutra, any common hymn – The rattle of those wagons – the commerce of the parakeets – Nation after nation after nation - he heard a distant shout – And if he lapses into karma – would the Patriarch then, succumb - -
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 07:56:12 +0000
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