is

this traffic is a

this traffic is a 
demented video game 
with only one life

the buddha i am 
is not the same buddha as 
the buddha in me

the root of courage 
is a simple acceptance 
of the job at hand

there are no heroes
there is only this awful
noble decision

the practice behind 
all other practice is the 
practice of practice

i hope to win but 
hope is not a strategy 
and strategy wins

i twist as i fall 
and cling to the rumor that 
there is no bottom

what is more lofty 
than for a hundred men to 
march forward to death

that wolf from my door 
is nose-to-tail beside the
fire in my belly

if death can find me
anywhere then there is no
safe space in this world