Touching the Edge

It is duty to dissolve any signs of an inner life that is different in any way from the outer lives of consumerist propaganda. I wrote this for, you might have seen or read a book Zen Mind Beginners Mind by a great teacher, Shunriya Suzuki Roshi. The white chin of the frog beats with his breathing. He's green and pinstripe and as plain as I am. We are naked and robed in the ordinary storm and waiting for rain. Not too smart and not caring, but wise apples. Bow to the night sky inside of everywhere and the morning star that tastes like a fig. See where we are.