Buddhanature

Buddha.

Nature.

A man. A tree.

One struggles with mind

(the ten thousand things),

the other with the breath

that forms and bleeds

from the half-life of flesh

that returns to us as stone.

Combing the midden fields

of obsolescent electric dreams;

the north empties its silicon bowels

and the earth is scavenged anew.

There too the ineffable dance.

The nature that works its way

into the grain until all that is left is

a kite-string of words and a sky

that doesn't listen.

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The Buddha's gone digital.

Buddhanature.

A man. A tree. A chock full of bytes.

August 2013