February Haiku

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

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