The Master’s ordinary
Her mind empty as a child,
she looks like my aunt
Her thoughts untrustworthy so
she divorces them
Sitting peacefully as the Buddha
Empty or full she’s peaceful
Under a tree she attains Nirvana
High above earth without knowledge
In a crowded hall she’s missed
But available to truth seekers
Never at odds with reality
The Master remains centered
Loving what is and what is not


She has no desire to know
Content with an empty mind
Her finger points to nothingness
But leads to fulfillment
No one knows if she
Is enlightened
She just sits there

~~The Invisible Dragon