ZEN MONK

Egypt is on my head.

Snow tastes like the universe.

A pen fell through eternity
and landed on the table.

Pink Jiggely Jelly Fish!

Do I make your mind fart,
or is it already smelly?

He he he…spirit of a child.

You ask, “Can you help me solve my problems?”
Problems do not exist!

Free yourself from your mind.
It pulls you away from the truth.

Words are signposts, give them no importance.
I tell you nothing I don’t have to.

Your job is to make your mind like the air,
odorless…formless. Use it as a tool.

I teach nothing,
I un-teach.

Seem crazy?…wrap your mind
around a feather.

You think you know,

you know nothing.

Rigidity of mind

meet the flow