ZEN ANGELS

  

In the Third Heaven

   they laugh,

naked, innocent--

    as Master Suzuki

holds up a spoon.

 

To intellectuals

   they remain enigmas,

maybe heretics--

   unconscious in the Godhead,

their desert cemetery.

 

You who are only

   partially dead

cannot enjoy the Resurrection:

   Slain in Christ,

they have attained to Nothing.

 

For all you know,

   they could be your

next door neighbors!

   Why not invite them over

for a cup of tea?