Cede: Mostly Under Water

Another rugged mediation,
Another silly recitation,
It’s really only reiteration
And yet, everything changes,

Or so I’ve heard,
Like the call of some mysterious bird,
Which normally I would call absurd,
And then the unsolved thought flies away.

And so, onward the dharma warrior went,
Even though all tears were spent,
And all rages already rent the pillows
And punched the wall.

If I had halls I’d deck them too,
But not with decorations,
I’d just deck them
And watch them fall!

It’s no fun either
But it’s reruns anyway,
Or so I noted.
‘I’ve seen this one before,

And that one too!’
And each time I recognized
One of these abysmal patterns
Strolling through, I laughed.

‘I know you!
I’ve done this before,
Haven’t I!’
I giggled madly.

It’s crazy me again,
But in the opposite way,
Previously I was mad happily,
But now I’m miserably so,
Where to now? —I do not know.