A Tumultuous Zazen
Haibun Coldplay’s “the Scientist” plays. Dreamlike imagery arises: a woman handing out cuvards; a drop of Jesus’ blood. Always returning to “wind.” Breathing The bell gongs. I can’t stand up as the others rise...
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Breaking Through
Haibun Poem Tuesday evening zazen — not an “ease in” sore thighs and forearms burning, mid-spine vertebra numb legs all troubling thoughts from this morning so much crumbled dust no fresher feeling than recovery...
