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Michael Hoffman Jan 2012
RINZAI BOX

Had to have a psych eval
at the box factory
a human resources workup
to make sure
I could handle work again
making cardboard condos
for little mammal prisoners
of the pet trade
who live on hot windowsills
until someone comes to love them.

I got too depressed once
when I found tiny bunnies
mewling in a dumpster
their only refuge
yes
a box I had made
you could tell
it said assembled with care
by Kevin
and I missed a month of work
and got written up
for just being sad.

The shrink diagnosed me
a cognitive distorter
a predictor of worst case scenarios
but I disagreed
since I saw the sad bunnies for real
and he puffed up like a blowfish
stammering you’re the patient
I’m the man.

Well I’ve been around the zendo
so I challenged him
smartypants answer this…….
Do bunnies in boxes
have Buddha nature?

Irrational and pointless he said
hmmmmm I said
how do you know
maybe you’re a narcissist
on a psychobabble fugue
echoing in a therapy box.

But I have Buddha nature
and I put that in the boxes I make
and the Buddha bunnies go in the boxes
and you here in your Buddha office
are not separate
just uniquely boxed  
and the label on the bunnies' box says
assembled with care by Buddha.
Instantaneously
the
forge
Has reached the Universe!


Magnified precision
has not happened in
zero time
zero
Nilch happenstance.


It took a little longer to observe those
cute neccesities of the primal
cultural dominion -
outbursting as a
practical
point
of
Well being.


Let me compare you to nothing ~ my love ~
cos' nothing is just a word
for an emptiness,
you - joyful
Bart!


Thy
tender
creation
unfolds ceaselessly as
cherry trees are in blossom
Upon rose bushes.


Warm late winds
blow
Petals.


Softly landing
sounds
are shaped
as a divine dance;
a promise of thoughts
And energetic words.

Everything is in motion:
Love, procreation, love.

Lyrics are yearning
when maestro is playing -
Loving the Moon and the Sun the same.


Eloquence of a hawk soaring the castles tower -
is a solid shelter for true trubadours
adorning the masters reign:
angels and daemons,
ladies
and
Grace.


Mylady
consumed a potion
of sweet nothingnesses,
Whispering - more!


The Rinzai
master is
still
sitting
Silently.


Swans are gliding towards the shore....
The Birtch tree trembles.
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty

— The End —