The Indolent Lama

The Indolent Lama

the indolent lama
finishes his tea
takes a shit
scrubs his ass
and balls
with a rag
then spends
all day
like all his days
praying
contemplating
and meditating
outside
the temple

the indolent lama
asks
for nothing else
out of life
but the zen
of his tea
a fine 
morning shit
along
with
his daily
prayers
contemplations
and meditations
as his sits
cross-legged
and robed
outside
the temple

nothing
but age
and zen
ever happen
to the indolent lama
which he sees
as the reward
from his enlightenment
from so much
tea
shitting
meditating
contemplating
and praying

since 
detaching
from the world
that created him
nothing
ever happens
to the indolent lama
which is
his
nirvana
wasting his life
to be 
inert
in a threatening
corporeal world
of inertia
between the forces
of real
objects
and beings

this indolent lama
in his detachment
being so
disengaged
knowing only
of the world
what the books
and his teachers
and his contemplations
tell him

yet
he sits
meditating
outside
his temple
rather than
within
its walls
making him
with his teachings
and contemplations
the most worldly
the most enlightened
of beings
who 
ironically
absurdly
can't be
anything
including himself
within his metaphysics
of illusions
and utter
and abject
detachment