Buddha Just Sits

Buddha Just Sits

Buddha just sits

Bodhidharma just stares at the wall

Nowhere to go

No one to meet

Nothing to do

We have duty and all under it

Only if it could be just that

But we want more

We suspect other universes to explore

Yet ignore that which is most near

Tricked by our own tendencies to defy reality as it appears we seek more

So many words unsaid

Faces unmasked

Deeds undone

Buddha just sits as storms come and go

Birth and death unravel and lives arise, abide, and dissolve

All we can do is watch

Yet we can watch more closely than before without the distractions of hope, fear, and

   longing

Only the moment, only the bare necessities need remain

No glory, no horror

Only Zazen