A Conditioned Response

 A Fisherman    by Ikku

Studying texts and stiff meditation

can make you lose your Original Mind.

A solitary tune by a fisherman, though,

can be an invaluable treasure.

Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking

in and out of the clouds.

Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs

night after night.

Resonance to Above

When one has realized the Original Mind,

one is seen by others as myriad forms.

These entities are not bound by 

conventions, epic or otherwise.

They are like actors that are not acting, 

just improvising what the situation 

requires with razor accuracy.

Trying hard to be good, better, the best,

penetrating past your ignorance by

replacing it with knowledge equals

being buried. Whether it’s gold or offal

you’re buried in, you cannot hear the

fisherman’s song.

Ask Mike Tyson.