She is drunk as the moon

Tuesday, 19 July 2011

It is nei­ther the flag that moves, nor the wind that moves. It is your mind that moves.

Zen Koan

she is drunk as the moon
shin­ing above her arms bracket
face she is way­ward 
with some beat some hit
for­got­ten for­got to pull up and
pull down her too small tube
dress breast ass right on that
line drive to lizard hind­brain
the crowd slows sur­round con­ver­sa­tion
strays away to gaze and she knows
they watch her

        (don’t watch her!
         watch them
         watch her)

men stare and women
glare here and there a squint
or licked lip a thumb run­ning
down the sweat of glass
fin­gers press to ta­ble
cig­a­rette pull and arched eye­brow
it is not silent but would be
but for that beat that hook
she the bait they 
want to take

and so when the night died
and no­body told us
and when we weren’t look­ing
                        the moon
stum­bled be­hind some build­ings to 
                        sleep it off
                        hav­ing
                        ob­served the mea­sure
                                      of our de­sire

Hui Neng — The Mind That Moves

Wednesday, 19 May 2010

Hui Neng was an il­lit­er­ate peas­ant who had ex­pe­ri­enced a sud­den awak­en­ing upon hear­ing the Lotus Sutra re­cited aloud, and went to join the monastery of the Fifth Patriarch of Zen. The Patriarch rec­og­nized that Hui Neng was in the process of awak­en­ing, but rather than openly ac­knowl­edge this he as­signed him to care for the pigs on the out­skirts of the monastery to pro­tect him from the aca­d­e­mic and spir­i­tual cor­rup­tions of the other monks.

However, one day as Hui Neng was go­ing about his work he heard two monks nearby en­gag­ing in a clas­sic ar­gu­ment about spir­i­tual re­al­ity. They were watch­ing the large monastery flag wav­ing in the wind, and one monk was ar­gu­ing that it was the flag that was mov­ing, while the other ar­gued that it was the wind that was mov­ing. These two ar­gu­ments cor­re­spond to clas­sic spir­i­tual view­points about the na­ture of re­al­ity, and while lis­ten­ing to the learned monks ar­gue, Hui Neng could not hold back. He in­ter­rupted them and told them, “It is nei­ther the flag that moves, nor the wind that moves. It is your mind that moves”.

The two monks were si­lenced, and Hui Neng went about his work tend­ing to the pigs.