I wake up with the windiness
Of blanket clouds inside my head.
I breathe to meditate in zen.
I sit to meditate in zen.
I walk to meditate in zen.
I think I meditate in zen.
I hardly feel I am in zen.
I feel I am in denial.
I feel I am about to smash
To little pieces every thing
Imposing on my senses five.

The roshi smiles and gently asks
To make my mind as open sky.
I would agree, except it takes
Atlassian efforts to uphold
The sky of my cast-over mind,
With grumbling thunders shocking me
At every rise and fall of air.