even the master’s
meditation cushion
smells farty
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floating and leaving no trace
even the master’s
meditation cushion
smells farty
——
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Day 9
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the empty vessel
can sing, he said,
running his finger
along the rim
and causing the brass bowl
to hum
but how do you empty
your bones of your
emptiness, i asked
he struck me, then,
and rose, tucking his
silent bowl under his arm
he never returned
and i never heard his
empty vessel
sing again