Koan

Koan psy atman

Who underneath his ragged robe

Jealously does knowledge guard

He knows and understand all

And every one of the philosophies

The be upon the world of men

And the universe of matter

His books are full

Of riddles and rhymes

That show the knowledge

Thought and wisdom

He did gather

While he grew and while he learned

And which he did compose

Into his great development

His wicked riddles be

Unmistakably the fruit

Of his pure asceticism

And of his talent great

Perplexed be those

Of whom they are asked

And more so still

Be those that hear the answer

For they do crystallize

And immeasurable transcendence

And a path full of straight

Although not easy towards atman

And they may hinder and perplex

Your very madness

If they be revealed to you

Within his passages of confusion

By the fruit of his writing

Are thou directed towards atman

He belongeth to the psy atman

And among us shall remain

Covetous of his treasure

No readings shall he lend thee

Unless under the sign of atman

To him thou doest submit

This our world

Koan entered by his reason

With greatest joy was he filled with the harmony

With in atman we do enjoy here in our abode

And as his cause be certain and be true

One day he laid aside life, flesh and desire

For doubtless he did choose the way

That one day all of you perforce must choose

As the black fire that emerges from his writings

Like and immense sea of loving hearts

He feels bound to the condition

In love his ego fell

'i want no more to human be, nor ever breathe again

Nor feel my heart like a hunk of flesh'

Thus the voice of his rebellion

That once emerged to then prevail

Thus is he a psy atman

Of cult and of reason

The lord he is of knowledge too

Of thought and also wisdom