Zen Buddhism
It doesn’t
Ring a bell
Wednesday, October 1, 2025
Monday, September 1, 2025
The moon
The stars
I am here
Possession
Death
Extinction
Flies
I accept
Dead
Flies are hard to catch
Flies are free
Dead
Dead
Flies are free
I’m so glad I came here
Suffering
Takes a lot of energy
Flies are hard to catch
People are separate
Some people are more separate
Than others
Possession is death
Flies are free
And living
Buzz Buzz
The dead do not question
One another
No time for questions
No time for answers
Possession is death
Time not to know
I wish I had been peaceful
Possession
Devoid of all value
Not even a single fly will attend
Upon your death
My hands are clean
If you can’t get worshipped
In this town
You ain’t nothin’
If you can’t get worshipped,
You can always start
Your own religion
Possession is death
Shall be engraved
Upon your heart
You will think of what you love
And that is yourself
Free like flies
I will never look
At a fly
The same way again
I don’t want any
Of that salvation stuff
It’s too hard
Permanent separation
Possession is death
Many moons
Many versts from salvation
I wish I had been peaceful
I wish I could have been joyful in the world
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Little bee
Twice today I fished you out
Of the bird bath
With a dead leaf
Friday, August 1, 2025
Saturday, July 5, 2025
The Way of Common Prayer
December 24: Stars of midnight
Firm in the heavens
The constancy of the sun
Rising
Go forth in peace and light
December 25: Amid shouts of joy
The sound of trumpets
Shake the mountain
All witnesses, all light, all life
All a gift, all renewing
December 26: Heaven—thrown open
Stand firm
In the face of rocks
Another face—
Grace eternal, Love infinite
December 27: Running towards the tomb
Joy to share
This life unseen—joy
Complete
Face unshrouded
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