The Painting of a Painting of a Painting of a Rice Cake

You vowed you wanted liberation all the way
From your deepest heart down the primordial
Crown of your head clear through your toes

You sat zazen in heat and cold shikantaza
This and shikantaza that lifetimes rolled
Before you all recapitulated into infinity

That kundalini serpent energy sometimes
Spinal sometimes genital lightning flashes at
Midnight December snow covers the zendo

Whether there or whether here there is nothing
To seek or not to seek the fundamental point
Actualized the early morning wood burning stove

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