Kongsaeng Chris Everson

While I sit here,
my mother
is in a nearby room
asleep
...

I practiced Zen this morning.
I did it the way my master taught me.
When done, I was angry and tired.
I decided the master was full of it.
...

This place is dead and alive
at the same time.
It is empty nothing
and full of form
...

My dream people
are my awake thoughts
while I am asleep
and these electro-chemical energies
...

The fingers are hopping
from key to key
as I look at the letters
and light
...

It is a joy to sit in a cluttered basement in the morning.
It is a joy to wait at the dentist's office.
It is a joy to drive to the post office, and not have an accident.
It is a joy to go to the bathroom.
...

I sit in chairs.
I mean, I meditate in chairs.
I just meditated in a chair.
A black vinyl chair.
...

My mother
is in the hospital
with a pain
in her butt,
...

So, if I cross
my right leg
over my left leg
for awhile,
...

I came up to Maum,
the new Dharma teacher,
snd babbled,
'It was harder
...

I work fast
in all my art disciplines,
because when I do
I rid myself
...

Morphophonemics were
shearing strain as
I supinate.
...

The mantra of highest wisdom
spoken in the mind
and seen before my eyes
brought Kuan Yin
...

Seated comfortably on a flower cushion
I use a well-learned hand position
which detoxifies the body-mind
and in the mind I see some faint visions
...

Buddha has said
not to have outflows
and not to have
inflows of this energy
...

The looseness
fights with
the tenseness
within the body/mind
...

The heat of summer
reminds me of hell
instead of swimming
and cold cans of beer
...

It is my opinion
that life is, and
has always been
a condition
...

The voice inside
that is me
plays the boss
sometimes
...

The mind says things
which push us here and there
and it is a good idea
to listen.
...