The River Watches Ikkyu (MS)

The river stopped flowing.
Only Ikkyu,
sitting on the bank,
deep in thought,
was flowing.

The river,
the only thing static in the whole multiverse
in that moment,
observed Ikkyu
and felt sorry for him.

He thinks too much, that one
the river thought.
He needs to chill out.
He needs enlightened.

So the river, silent as emptiness,
reared up a huge wave
and dropped it over Ikkyu,
awakening him from his musings.

Ikkyu smiled, laughed, soaked in reality again.
Thank you, dear river
for saving me from my stupid mind.

The river, job done,
resumed its flow
while Ikkyu's sat still
apart from the water
dripping from every inch of his body.

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