old man in warm robes and nice boots

i heard they stopped him
at the border into nepal
and asked him to write down
everything he knew.

three hours later
he had 75 chapters
and the title,
"Confucious sucks ass."

I only read chapter 13,
and it seemed pretty good

you know, I think he's right
the value of the clay turned on the wheel
is not in the clay
but in the nothing inside the clay
that holds the tea.

I think,
you and I should go to nepal
and find a mountain with a big shadow
and that old man

I bet we'd learn a lot
about the value of nothing.