Prisoner of white snow and ice

I've bee shut in for a few days surrounded by white snow as well as ice. Atlanta is roughly solidified solid. The weather should get warmer this weekend (I am gripping my fingers crossed). we have been operative upon a blog or two. But currently we am starting to blog a poem (I used to be a member of Poetry Atlanta). By a way, we similar to communication but we am not most of a air blower of complicated poetry. we don't find most of i interesting. It is not spiritual during all, during slightest for me. Well, sufficient of that. Here is a poem. we am still operative upon a title. Bear with me.


Joshus big NO creates me grin.
Whats it about? Cant we see a obvious?
NO or MU is of no worth to real Zen.
What done NO go to his brain
made it work his vocal cords?
Where else would a Buddha-nature be?
Why wait with so most verbal bullshit?
The second youre NO conscious
youve longed for your true nature.
Still we dont get it.
Youre seeking in a wrong direction.


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