I bought a book in downtown Chicago today. It's called, "Zen Poems of China and Japan". I highly enjoy the succinct and profound nature of this collection. Here is one by Choro:
With one foot on the brick step,
The All burst into my head.
I had a good laugh by
The box tree, moon in the bluest sky.
These early Zen writers certainly knew how to shove a satori into a walnut, and then another satori into a walnut shard. Here are my Zen meditations on Chicago:
Intersecting streets
all breathing like fallen stalks
Nothing is contained in this traffic noise
All things, from the start, are unknowable, Void.
and
Up above the highest towers
an unseen belly roars
Flash! Light!
The world is gobbled up before hunger sets in.
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