From Longtime Buddy Mervyn*, and especially for my Tribe Readers:
If there is no self,
Whose arthritis is this?
Be here now.
Be someplace later.
Is that so complicated?
Wherever you go, there you are.
Your luggage, that’s another story.
Drink tea and nourish life.
With the first sip…joy.
With the second…satisfaction.
With the third, peace.
With the fourth, a danish.
Accept misfortune as a blessing.
Do not wish for perfect health
Or a life without problems.
What would you talk about?
The journey of a thousand miles
Begins with a single “Oy.”
There is no escaping karma.
In a previous life, you never called,
You never wrote, you never visited,
And whose fault was that?
Zen is not easy
It takes effort to attain nothingness.
And then what do you have?
Let your mind be as a floating cloud.
Let your stillness be as the wooded glen.
And sit up straight. You’ll never meet
God with such rounded shoulders.
*My buddy Mervyn looks so Jewish that even at bar mitzvahs, people ask: “Who’s that Jewish-looking guy?”
That said, he’s the worst Jew since Genghis Khan. Frum, he is not.