tell myself I know exactly what I’m doing
even if I don’t--- stumbling around the mountainside of wisdom
finding a few nuggets here and there
looking under rocks and finding worms
in crystal streams with darting fish
it always is unless it isn’t
when you start rebelling against your own thoughts
you know you’re in trouble
just because you call it zen don’t make it zen
go away with your corporate pre-packaged zen
zen this zen that
your fancy robes and your ‘line-e-age’
your fancy title and fancy ways don’t hold no fancy with me
your earnestness grows tiresome my friend
sure, you might know all the words and ceremonies
but I’ve sat in temples and sat in rec centers
with emotionless motionless slabs of concrete
woman in polka dot pajama bottoms munching on a bagel
sitters with steaming hot cups of coffee in front of them
there for the sipping and the dipping of their donuts
glazed, bismarck, plain, long johns
was one better than the other? who can really say?
you can listen to raindrops but unless
you know what the raindrops are saying you’re wasting time
there’s nothing to be gained
and everything that should be lost
good enough isn’t good enough unless it’s good enough
