The Master teaches Mickey Mouse Zen. Of the frames,
which one the true Mickey? He teaches Judo Zen, too.
Using the momentum of innate curiosity, his koans
trap the apprentice: What is your original face?
There below the surf lies the tomb of MuMun, dragon
king protector in this land of shamans. Their rituals ring
and rattle by the seaside. A woman screams in ecstasy,
flailing by an altar of flashing lights. More gongs,
more shouts. He smiles: She is exorcised of her self.
Invitation for a year's retreat made through the disciple,
himself a wise teacher. Ahead the Master walks elusive under
his conical hat, passing his staff to younger hands. Before
climbing the last step to a meager refuge, he probes
the horizon: Sea does not exist without sky.
his white beard
frown lines hidden
by a smile