There once was a monk who taught exclusively by way of flatulence. “Master, what do I do when the mind overwhelms the heart?,” one of his students would ask him, and a toot would be the reply. “Master, why does the mind create suffering?” Toot-toot. “Master, what do I do when the longing for sex… Continue reading Zen bootyism and the case of the disappearing cheese
Sometimes In life All you need Is someone to pop the pimples On your back, Or pick out the food from your hair, Like a monkey. Except maybe the human Doesn't also eat the food.