The vague sadness that I observe tonight while watching this documentary on Zen…
Heaviness, dullness
I don’t know what it is.
This is foreign to me, now.
I knew it, saw it, heard it,
I listened as well and felt my lungs with
a certain smell of depression, there.
My ‘friend along the path’ fled all that and always pushed us towards the side of joy,
And his Zen is mine.
Notes & Silence 
Might I suggest each coin has two sides? Matter for each which face is kept upoermost; but the other is still there.
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