We convened a conclave
Where the *famiglia*
Was casting sideways looks,
Keeping secrets from survivors.
Papa had passed,
His mantle drapping the remains.
And a day looms for its passing
To an unelected recipient
From the unresponsive benefactor.
Dirges were played.
Outside I lit a cigarette
And the cloud of smoke rose skyward.
The ballots have been counted.

The Conclave

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The second Chinese Buddhist Patriarch realized 
non existence of Mind and got enlightened 
after his master Bodhidharma ordered:  
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***Show me your Mind - and I will calm it immediately !***
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