Words from Storm Mountain



Just as the taste of tea and the taste of Zen

are exactly the same,

and the experience of Satori is just like ordinary experience

except two inches off the ground,

so the Buddha in art

becomes a flowering branch, a rock, flowing water,

clouds, birds, a funny old man,

and in our time

a Coca-Cola bottle tilted to the lips,

that great applause

you hear at rock concerts, following some great song,

then all those cigarette lighters, held so tremblingly high.

-Dick Allen

                     Alaska Quarterly Review

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