Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

A First Kensho

When things abruptly shift

Like part of the body misaligned by a sharp move

When the house goes, or the he or she,

Any room at once gets a new look

And old familiar chairs are instantly antique

A trip to the kitchen strewn with the rubble of routine.

What's left when things get quiet, the certainties leave?

The reality of 'you' and what to do with that.


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