Zoom keeps me sitting regular
You’ve seen and been the proof
Without you I would not have done it
My virtual inos in shashu
Off the Way I had completely fallen
Broadoak bedlam bound was I
Then years it took to get back seated
This is the truth and not a lie
But lockdown, I met gleefully, actually,
Enjoyed the silence, found it a boon
And my Zen resumed randomly
As it’s often wont to do
Thankfully the brains trust plan proactive
Keep dojo spares to retire to
Remaining safely uninfected
Well fed, Covid immune
Online zazen is much the same
A finger at the moon
The boundless Buddha ever-present
A cat cut right in two
Your cloistered presence sustains me, loves
Mainichi-koh perfumed
It keeps me firmly zafu-planted
Another day, another Mu.
Parrot.
See when I’m sitting regular
It’s clear – I’m still a loon
Watching thoughts burble unrequested
Upwelling from the gloom
I question irresistible perception
Roots of desires, drives, feelings, moods
Edging ontologically closer
To verisimilitude
And that,
for me,
is basically
the point.
So thank you, fellow bedroom zendo dwellers
Piped in real-time through the tube
See you all in person shortly
Regards, for now, from me, yours truly
I’ll miss the Joy of Zoom.