a tiny poem

Months go by (what else can they do?) and
the blog is neglected. But today something
(zazen?) urged me to offer a short poem
on zazen.


GREEN HAIR

Roshi, this sitting, so hard! Please say,
are enlightened people different from how
I seem to be?

"Oh yes: some chant mantra 'me, me!'
Some whine less loud than you,
some with green hair."