Wind chimes on chanting, I hear singing
from the mountains.
There's salvation there apparently, but my
SatNav is broken and I'm driving
into the river. I need to find the monks in red
sweaters. They've got the password for
Enlightenment in my applications folder
and maybe a car jack. You
can buy three holy books on Amazon
for under a tenner.
Just don't ask who in God's name these
people think they are. I think |I'm right
in saying that
I've had my shoes sold back to me. I still
don't
know what it's all supposed to mean and I
don't rightfully care
and I know I'm not reading
conclusively from
any leaflet.
You could drive yourself insane with it.
Some would
say I have driven myself insane with it.
So fit in. Fit in with all of them.
Hear the wind chimes on chanting.
It's a compromise, but what isn't
in this long and beautiful life?
ZEN NOVEMBER 