I dislike this man,
I cannot deny it.
He is abrasive, harsh.
He can’t even hide it.
And yet this ode is for him,
An ode to his Warrior Spirit.
For he took the task for himself,
Without hesitation.
“I’ll take the dharma to China,
Should I fail may I face damnation.”
He went and faced an Emperor,
Devoted to the faith, only to say,
“You have no merit whatsoever,
Who am I, I can’t say.”
He left that place and from then on,
He wondered and meditated alone.
Roaming and sitting in harsh places,
The only places where he felt at home.
The man who refused an Emperor,
Always asked a heavy price,
One man had to give up his arm,
For him to pacify his mind.
He started what we came to know,
As the Zen Tradition of Old.
Some would wonder how a man so severe,
Came to be the Patriarch of Zen.
Why, it is no great secret: HE VOLUNTEERED!
Perhaps there was a better man for the task at hand,
But that man was nowhere, he couldn’t be found.
Better to have a severe man pierce the heart of reality,
Than to leave everybody in the dark.
- u/SouthAmericanShaman 7/18/2020
Submitted July 19, 2020 at 03:27AM by SouthAmericanShaman https://ift.tt/30E5BBF
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