The body is the Bodhi tree,
The mind is like a clear mirror.
At all times we must strive to polish it.
And must not let the dust collect.
- Shenxiu, according to Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch of Zen
Bodhi originally has no tree.
The mirror also has no stand.
Buddha nature is always clear and pure;
Where is there room for dust?
- Huineng
1
Buttocks like palmiers.
Oversized organs. No eyes.
And no kisses. This poem
is a promotion for flesh-eating memes.
Not here dreams, or desire
but artless algorhythms.
2
A hallmark of age -
brittle brown camelias
littering the mind
3
I told you the ice
wouldn't melt. Now it's raining.
Betrayed by winter!
4
Sky pressing against
an ash moon, an ashed night
outlasts fire,
or might,
