Welcome Back to the Monastery
A wildly crowded noisy breakfast
Sixty people sounding like 7500 in the highschool
gymnasium
A small town in Arkansas where the people haven’t
seen each other
In a long time
“Just lucky enough to have thought about bringing
this little bit of lunch with us--few scraps of fried
chicken, 3 or 4 pounds of potato salad, salami sand-
wiches, potato chips, dill pickles and some chocolate
chip cookies, in case the dinner was late or they
wasn’t anything planned...”
I wished for nasturtium seeds
They appear spontaneously
via interoffice mail
Neurotic smoke alarm gibbers in the zendō
Its batteries going stale
Every morning cold air on my shaved head
Wakes me before the alarm clock
Can you hear the echo? Do you see the reflection?
Tassajara, 13-15:I:79
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