my dog ate buddhas head.
she wagged her tail and sat under a fig tree.
I cannot believe she ate it.
I wonder if she'll be reborn or just start to glow with nirvana.
she'll be smarter than me someday, I'm sure.
we will play chess in the park and no one will question why my dog just moved her queen from the back row.
I still don't know how to play chess.
maybe buddha dog can teach me.
I'm just a bodhisattva wearing fruit on my head and shoes worn smooth.
I want to stay in this world and teach you.
not how to play chess, because buddha dog is teaching me that,
but how to listen for the change in the music;
how to taste fame in the juice of a pear
(you'll spit it out most likely, it's bitter.)
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