Nondescript filmmaker

Sit Sat The teacher Taught Za-zen

Knock knock Who's there? Patti Patti who? Bow wow! Wow bow

I walk into the rhythm of a mess Tales strewn around with no bloody care. Too many voices tugging at my heart. The mess-y tales are lost with their details All that's left are inconclusive conclusions. Why is this here? Where is what? And then your voice - throw things away clear the clutter. Don't give me credit but like you I have a heart. Forget what tugs me, think of what tugs you. Now do what you ask me to do.

In moments As my life crumbles before me I watch First my breath stops Then it resumes slowly Is it to hold the moment in? Or is it a piece of matter that hardens my soul? I wish for an ability to soften me further. Life! Hammer me That’s your job Which I envy not Shape me as you will Make me your instrument Keep your use of me a secret from me Teach me what you want But do not harden me I want to live every moment Happy or sad But ask me not to look at my life as a lesson I cannot bear the weight of all my life’s sadness and pain In a moment I can bear the weight of a day at a time If you force me to carry the weight You will have a broken instrument

Walking through high grass Every step fraught With a prospect of crossing paths With a reptile unseen yet heard in rustles Nature experienced in buckets of fear Laying in the mind Reality, however Presents itself in the magnificence Of the little touch-me-nots Draped by the warmth of light