To write poetry is to be pulled between; nonsense, pretentious moralizing, and dry description.

A Zen master demanded of a new disciple, "say one word of truth." The disciple tried "Buddha" and the master yelled "fool, get out!" On the next day the master asked again, and the disciple responded "Ommmmmmm." The master had a good laugh, then yelled "what do you think this is? Get out of here!" On subsequent days the disciple tried "truth," "nirvanna," "moon," "light," "understanding," "love" etc...

One day the master kicked the disciple on the shin.

"Ow!"

"Now you have said one word of truth."

rhymes

by the riverside

horses

silence

zuza (the return)