literal zen

anybody reading a book on zen

eventually has to discover, 

its the integrity 

of the ink's bleeding impress

and the absolute embrace 

of the every fiber

that is the zen.

evermore than the run 

of the words in passage.

just any where,

where the ink and the fiber meet, 

is the impermanence 

of ongoing existence,

as if the zen of it 

is understandable. 

and yet, 

we're never separate from,

even though it appears

as if to be crossing the mind, 

as observance . . .