Tuesday, August 21, 2012

16. THE PRACTICE or EVERYDAY ZEN 3

All there is:
The cushion,
The breath,
The body.
Returning thoughts
To their rightful status: 
The mouth waters,
The gut farts, 
The brain thinks.
There is no
Primacy here
Only
The cushion,
The breath,
The body.


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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousAugust 21, 2012 at 7:22 PM

    There's a lovely simplicity about this poem, Riva. I love, "The gut farts." Gotta love the body!!!

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  2. Margaret MendelAugust 22, 2012 at 7:11 AM

    Raw!!!

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