The crazy man seems to hate his mind.
The Zen man loves his mind.
The crazy man doesn't know, and is confused about it.
The Zen man doesn't know.
The crazy man laughs and says, "It's an imperfectly perfect world!".
The Zen man laughs and says the same thing.
The crazy man is unhappy with his life.
The Zen man is happy with his life, most of the time.
The crazy man hears voices.
The Zen man is a voice-hearer.
I know about this
because I have been
both.

I recently acquired
a small digital recorder
for making music
and after I recorded
my toy instruments
and figured the machine out
I finally put the music
on the computer
to hear that I had unintentionally
made the music soft
and since I delight
in mistakes and accidents
which don't hurt
I left my music that way,
a quiet, soft, little music.

We were told
that the Zen mind
is none other than
the ordinary mind
so we went out looking
for the ordinary mind
and we were told
that the here and now
was none other than
nirvana
so we went out looking
for the here and now
and after much painstaking searching
we arrive where we were
when we got started,
which is right here
at this moment
with our ordinary mind!

I put my right index finger
on the point of my upper lip
and hold it there
then soon I explode
in a delightful ******
of kundalini rapture
so I suggest
you give it a try
and see what it does
to you.

I went to an appointment
with the Chinese doctor
and he diagnosed my problem
as head wind flu
so he prescribed
that I wear a hat
and use a blow dryer
then after I left
I felt much better.

I will be
with you
always...
forever.

"Unh...This is not like...unh...life as we know it, is it?" - Maxine

I know what you mean, Maxine,
this is not like life as we know it,
but that's only because
life as we know it
is not like
life as it is.