fools dance

flocks of floating balloons 

in a floating world

fly up the yangon street 

pasta Buddhist monk 

chanting into a microphone

calm meditation

accompanied by a child's xylophone

high heeled working girls

gyrate in pulsating strobes 

flickering red, yellow, green, blue

singing loss, loneliness, alienation, poverty

deep shadows

languish melancholia

embrace boredom

zen poem

I asked the boy beneath the pines
He said ” the Master’s gone alone
Herb-picking somewhere on the mount
cloud-hidden, whereabouts unknown”

- Chia Tao

Zen quotes