Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Old Koan Blues (a retweet poem)

The traffic jam is flowing
freely; the open road
is closed.

The filled-up parking lot is full
of emptiness; the single open
space is closed to all.

I love my job with absolute
disdain; I hate my boss
with beatific affection.

I drive home to be united with my own
uprootedness; I'll go out tonight
to leave my wandering behind.

My life is like a selfsame
dream; my dreams are like
a different life.

~Son Rivers 2009
composed from previous stand-alone tweets
(with some little revision)

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