how many legs does happiness have?
does it reside in splashes of salt at
the feet of trees? go ahead, taste!
is it amused spooning food
off your plate?
does it know your name?
when did you last hear it speak?
perhaps a casual encounter like
knock knock, who’s there?
applesauce. applesauce who?
as sweet as your ears. that’s who.
some koans live in Bakersfield.
never even heard of Japan.
when children play with clouds
does happiness know?
does it land, like gravity attracted to rain?
are rivers pleased no matter
the direction they flow?
they do, but you have to ask.
3 thoughts on “koans, time on their hands”
Love this Neil. All the questions to which I was nodding yes, and smiling the entire time. Your words are good medicine for the soul. Thank you,
thanks Elizabeth. I always listen for new word relationships. seldom arrive the way they feel inside. free association ain’t free, to coin a poetic bumper sticker. and is it a vanity to wanna say something I’ve not said before?
No it is not vanity at all. It is simply the desire to create. We own it and by doing so we are forever after in search of that something new and different.