A man. A tree.
One struggles with mind
(the ten thousand things),
the other with the breath
that forms and bleeds
from the half-life of flesh
that returns to us as stone.
Combing the midden fields
of obsolescent electric dreams;
the north empties its silicon bowels
and the earth is scavenged anew.
There too the ineffable dance.
The nature that works its way
into the grain until all that is left is
a kite-string of words and a sky
that doesn't listen.
Does a smartphone have buddhanature?
Download the app, buddhify your soul.
Grab yourself some mindful distraction.
The Buddha's gone digital.
A man. A tree. A chock full of bytes.