Author Burton Watson If I don't do Zen meditation to wipe out deluded thoughtsthen I must pace around drunkenly, spouting crazy songs.Otherwise in the autumn moon, evenings of springtime breeze,how to cope with these idle yearnings for the past? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments