Monday, May 20, 2013

method for floating through book launches and other tumultuous times


"I read all this Zen stuff," I said, "and then two hours later I'm stressing again."
"The thing to realize," said my friend, "is you're already there."

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this is the buddha climbing the hill
this is the buddha digging a hole
this is the buddha dusting the dirt off her hands
this is the buddha plugging in the electrical cord
this is the buddha boiling the water
this is the buddha fretting, gnawing her knuckles
this is the buddha writing a tweet
this is the buddha coffee-tongued and runny-nosed
this is the buddha writing a card
this is the buddha eating pistachios
this is the buddha worrying what people will think
this is the buddha feeling guilty
this is the buddha putting on a sweater
this is the buddha taking off a hat
this is the buddha making to-do lists
this is the buddha hunting for a pen
this is the buddha waiting for the ferry
this is the buddha riding in her old friend's pickup
this is the buddha sitting strained and hopeful while her old friend throws the I Ching
this is the buddha confused by the I Ching's answers
this is the buddha washing her hair
this is the buddha pulling the seed-heads off tall grasses
this is the buddha standing at the side of the road
this is the buddha kicking drum-beats in the gravel
this is the buddha feeling tense
this is the buddha brushing the hair out of her face
this is the buddha washing a dish
this is the buddha checking her e-mail
this is the buddha worrying about her remaining battery supply
this is the buddha putting on shoes
this is the buddha driving to the store
this is the buddha cutting open the cardboard box
this is the buddha sick with nerves
this is the buddha happy
this is the buddha watching moonlight ripple on the wooden rafters
this is the buddha listening to the sleeping bags crinkle
this is the buddha dreaming of a pirate feast
this is the buddha forgetting, remembering, and forgetting again and again.

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With love to all you friends, penpals, and wise strangers out there, buddhas every one.  

3 comments:

  1. I thought that was an ancient poem until I got to the electrical cord.

    As it is, it's timeless.

    There is nothing to abandon or practice,
    No meditation or post-meditation. Just this.
    - the nun Niguma


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  2. this is the buddha smiling at her far-away friend

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  3. Skinny Buddha here, laughing all the way~~~

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