Simple Gifts
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1 min readJan 3, 2018
Naturally, fishing makes me think of Zen,
all that silent non-doing in search of nothing,
until, on the very cusp of Satori,
a Brook Trout interrupts your meditation.
Later, you fry it up with cornmeal and butter
and devour it enhanced with a bit of bud,
chased down with quaffs of Yuengling.
Not quite enlightenment, but a close second.
Even a dead fish may contain the Buddha Nature.
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