the attention I paid
these were the last lines
Worthy one, I paid too dear
truth to tell, when no truths were mine.
Enter into the joy of the being who governs you.
Whose kingdom we have made ready,
into tu corazon, eh.
Where a man's core is, there's where
the dragon guards the hoard,
the hero in your mythtical meander
Wise ***, as an actor in my play, is your roll real?
Am I mad, or are you a mind
I imagine answering me
because you saw the
angel with the sword?
Jesus. Really, that was the door I knocked on.
And long ago, a quest was taken,
is my first answer a lie?
What is the sound of one hand clapping?
Every gaijin's first koan
The answer found in the sound
of one hand clapping is
in the sound
as each claps
swish, swing, and a miss,
that one hand was not clapping, or
the other would have helped.
Clapping calls for both hands,
to clap, neither asks the other,
stop me from failing to
imagination, see the sound
the effect one hand
clapping with another and
in the middle of the motion
the sound of one hand clapping
The intention to make this sound
calls another hand
to clap along
sing a song, appraise the worth
of knowing the sound
balanced against making
this sound of one hand clapping,
to swishpering shuffling feet
dancing in the sands
a value scale must balance on a point,
weight and worth must meet
at that Hermetical metal river side
Twixt all of this in all o'that.
point made and taken.
Is this the meta game?
Your next koan.
What is the measure of worth?
An exercise in rewriting. I would sure like to talk about why poets do this. WOuld you join me in a youtube discussion about why?