Self-indulgently letting it all come out in the wash

Longing for old times

Aware of the delusion

Pleasant summer rain

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Being uprooted

Again and again for years

Two thousand thirteen

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To be here right now!

Is what the old adepts preach

Try in this crock pot.

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Interrupted though.

Lunch breaks are delusion too.

More papers to file.

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Always the full moon.

Never about the full sun.

Old turds can't write truth.

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Hey Dharma Master!

You rage against Buddhism.

I'll practice Crossisim.

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Mindlessly eating

While reading a dharma text

Stain [page] one seven nine

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Forgot the right way

Getting well versed in the wrong

Stiff shoulders, sore neck

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Sit still, what a joke!

Only a statue does it

But I keep trying

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Someone may say that

These are not proper haiku

Can't argue with that

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Talks about stillness

The way won't stop anyplace

They're cruel old beggars

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Harmony sounds nice

But all I get is discord

Ah, drop off the "I"

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Accessibility failed

I wonder if obscurity

Is any better?

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History is nice

But it is only "His Story"

Nothing to hold to

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Preceptor, what gives?

Check greed, anger, delusion

It is about you!

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I cannot always write

The verses that I want to

The UCMJ

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A little restraint

As is sometimes required

Comes with the paycheck

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Lunch nearly over

Should try to type something good

That will not happen.

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Eighteen verses here

stirred by "The Roaring Stream" Thanks,

Foster and Shoemaker