Poem about enlightenment
It doesn’t need to make sense.
It never did have to.
I understood — then didn’t need to.
Could explain, but I just don’t want to.
It’s all clear, but justice, words can’t do.
It doesn’t need to make sense.
It never did have to.
I understood — then didn’t need to.
Could explain, but I just don’t want to.
It’s all clear, but justice, words can’t do.
Providing essential needs is required,
..to be able for anything else.
Proper response to and for those around us,
..should come next.
But does any more really compel us,
..before we get to what’s third –
…How much have we been mistaken?
…And what’s really true?
Who could have foreseen
Yogis wearing black jackets
Stuck in mud, walking?
Suggestions:
Zen: staying away from conceptual thought
the three poisons: (Lobha) Greed/Attachment, (Dosa) Hatred/Aversion, (Moha) Delusion/Ignorance
https://zenmarrow.com/random
The various suggestions are themes, texts, ideas
"The theme is just a suggestion"
Hope you write something that I'd like "to put in a skin bag"
>The Friday Poetry Time substitutes the slam. The Friday Zen Poetry Slam is a name for an event that used to be hosted in arzen, maybe hosting by a bot was a big change. For a while nobody volunteered to host. In order to respect "the slam", as something with a host, the name of this event name was changed.