dharma has saved me countless times
dharma has murdered me countless times
but listen – none of that matters.
It’s just the play of reality.
listen to the birds singing outside
listen to the cries of grieving mothers
– tap tap tap –
what’s that at the window?
Empty your mind without moving,
what is released?
what is revealed?
Unborn space speaks in tongues
tap tap tapping at the window.
clap your hands!
the past is already gone
no future is clapping back –
just this
clap clap clapping
slap slap slapping
your face:
are you laughing yet?