If You See the Buddha, Kill Him

[zen ice cream koans]

the pail is bottomless,
the sunshine and clouds
glow in the puddle.
the clap of one hand against itself
is more deafening
than the lotus elf.

the butterflies
or falling leaves
and twinkling stars-
the night air breathes.

into the Void
the gentle void
don't be annoyed
at the flow employed
or the signs implied
by the changing sky

or the changing tide
of a world so wide.