An Old Fool

Many years ago,

as a young seeker of the way,

You sat for hours in half-lotus

(never could do full).

You bowed to the Buddha,

chanted Prajna Paramita

and vowed to awaken

for the sake of all living beings.

This morning,

like an old fool,

having neither gained

nor lost a thing,

You sit quietly

listening to the crows

and your beating heart.