226th Chorus

There is no Way to lose.
If there was a way,
        then,
            when sun is shining on pond
            and I go West, thou East,
            which one does the true sun
            follow?
            which one does the true one
            borrow?
            since neither one is the true one,
            there is no true one way.
            And the sun is the delusion
            Of a way multiplied by two
            And multiplied millionfold.
Since there is no Way, no Buddhas,
No Dharmas, no Conceptions,
Only One Ecstasy –
            And Right Mindfulness
            Is mindfulness that the way is No-Way –
                Anyhow Sameway -
Then what am I to do
            Beyond writing this instructing
            Poesy, ride a magic carpet
            Of self ecstasy, or wait
            For death like the children
            In the Funeral Street after
            The black bus has departed –
            Or – what?