The Zen master within you puts you, the student,
Into situations where you would normally
In the course of social relations come unhinged.
You allow yourself to get to close and be singed
By the heat of the moment so that you may see
How your actions affect things. This is its intent.
The nonsensical questions the teacher may ask
Are to keep you stirred up. Impossible demands
And absurd remarks make for a fertile classroom.
When someone asks a question are you to presume
That an answer exists? Your consciousness expands
As you ponder. This is not a difficult task.
Hear the sound of one hand clapping, or stop the sound
Of the distant train whistle. Reach for the ceiling
And touch it without moving. These are to be done
In the maize of the mind where all logic is spun
Into meaning. The process is truth revealing,
And the change in the way you think may be profound.
We are caught up in a certain way of discourse.
Social, production, and survival games are good,
But they’re not the only things that are important.
The contrast you put up with need not disenchant
Or prevent you from living the way that you should.
Come Unhinged! It’s something that your soul can endorse.