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Jules Gibbs

If You Meet the Buddha in the Street

             melt him down, cast

bullets. That’s what Mao did.

Cast him into densest form.

You only think you want

emptiness because you are

already 99.999996 percent

successful at being empty;

by existing you are in tune with

the empty pulse of the empty

universe.  It’s not necessary

to connect with what you mean,

the elusive reply you think

your therapist’s waiting for.

You’ll never satisfy her. Talking

is as pointless as chanting,

which is as pointless as silence.

The resonant space that holds us

together and pulls us

apart is what we are — 

blessings, and the obstruction

to blessings.

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