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My Zen master is a glue addict

Here's a poem about a boy I'm looking after. He was abused and grew up on the streets. Helping him has been the single most spiritually transformative thing that I've ever done.

My zen master is a broken boy,
His Zendo a breaking heart.
And as I tend its gardens
My delusions like dew drop.

For in his monsoon moods are the calls to mindfulness,
And in his giggles - the koans.
And in the tempest sutras of his tantrums,
His crying - the Dharma

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