June 17, 2018

Entropy becomes the order
People arrive or don’t
People leave forever.
This must be why I admire
Persistence in others and things,
Always arriving again
In the face of so many
Ways to miss coming together.
How many seats need to be arranged?
I place a cushion and she takes it
I place another, bow, and he sits on it
The third seat becomes my seat.
In one system, two is too many
In the other, forty is not enough
Both open and governed by laws.
Time well spent being buddhas
Sitting together in a room made
Profound through sacred actions,
Accepting the flowers cut and
Arranged on the altar,
Voting for facilitation to discuss
How practice should be disordered,
Persisting in the process of falling apart.