my Buddha wears a blindfold
he holds a sign that says,
he holds a sign that says,
then you think
he is sober and smiling and doesn’t care
am I foolish for thinking
I can pour
empty into empty?
I will take this new world and twine the old world as a ball of yarn
I can roll it down the cold mountain
I will relieve the past of all boundaries and deeds
I will no longer compel childish impulses and have no jurisprudence
of falsehood for those that can not possess Wu.
bifurcation can not change the Buddha
why should I hunger after every meal?
a way that can be conceived is not the true way
© 2005 woundedlordliterature
july 3, 2005
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