Your face won't matter
Being faced with odds
Oddly outnumbered in minds
An unwearable sorrow
And a forbidden religion?

What effort did in a peaceful minds time
Leave a world behind in itself

Zen

I am happy to be a man
Again, more discipline and contemplation
In suffering I rest

Little use of a heated mind in centered meditation was found in the others brains
No harness
No relief from hehaw device kisses

Expounding theorum and postulate to the untrained or trained mind still builds no rails

The slave is in its stable

You will to read and finish only in thoughts lost
Zen Buddhism is an art
Have spiritual hearings, the fervor is ready to stash it in there

I complete porcupine goddess tummy mischief

Goodnight sweetheart wells tend to blow
It's Miley singing jazz notes in my ears
You make the call skipper