for no particular reason
hu walked
downhill
chanting the plum wine sutra
tripping over the line that goes

"sweet dries just as
     a dog's sweat leaps off
          wagging tongue"

you've heard the rest before
though hu wouldn't tell you
being dumb
  in the older sense of the term
and being, characteristically, concerned
only with his own enlightenment
 

here's the torch: hold it
high so it don't drip
on your favorite sweater
--it burns impurities
that had you stuck
thinking
you were important or something
some other life
had you stuck thinking about
wind on your face