Play along and tarry on.
Lean headlong.
To look back at events,
Your eyes track an old reel and
Cannot help but jump and repeat.
Can you be honored by or sorry for
An eternally aleatory past? (Ah, yes, overlook the BANG)
Mouse pad - “Great” sounded off - “Upper East”.
Aye, no need even to ask - some personally pronounced Zen “proof”:
Stone drops, splashes and tadpole floats up.
Dog sees and barks. Tree dances. The Master monk passes gas
Because the Koan has no form and makes no sense.
WWWWW
"Sumus quod sumus" (1)
Ref:
(1) Ke$ha
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