my favorite tea bowl
lost to a sage who once said
it’s okay to break form
mostly gulping
it was a splendid night
of sitting zazen
no water this time
for those poor hungry ghosts
too much thinking
eyes struck a turkey
looking through the window
the mind gobbles
somewhere a coconut
is being hit outside
time to sit zazen
the Tao echoes
all around the zendo
white bean soup
Fog Sutra 