my buddhism

eat the truth
without fiction,
no make believe,
enemies
or friends.
sit out the day,
on sacks of seed.
know each breath,
as it’s the last.
on swollen knees,
jump in line.
drink from nothing,
overflowing
the brim.
follow the master,
let the teacher
die.
float in the middle,
between light,
and dark.
bless the destitute,
with a crippled
heart bleeding.
with harmony
chants,
offer perfect
imperfection,
chill the sun,
with an empty
thought.
yesterday,
today,
tomorrow.

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