I know a Zen master when I see one. And, let me tell you something folks, you can all forget about that kid in Nepal. If you want contact with the void of non-being, just stare into Paris Hilton’s eyes. Let those baby blues work on your mind for a few minutes.
Feel better? I know I do.
She doesn’t need to be useful or real – whatever that means. She just is. She always has been and she always will be. She is impermanence stretching into infinity. A fifteen minutes that lasts forever. An endless moment.
We could all learn a lot from her. But, as is typical, people, not knowing what they are seeing, prefer to hate on this spiritual master. They project their petty jealousies, thoughts and feeling onto this perfectly blank canvass. It says more about them than it does about her.
For you, Paris, I wrote this Haiku. I hope you find it to your liking. I call it “That’s Hot.”
Tick tock balloon bot
The inflated sun does not pop
One blonde now moment
3 comments
Anonymous
December 30, 2005 at 7:34 pm (UTC -5)
Wow, I feel purged of everything now.
Elliot
melly
December 30, 2005 at 7:34 pm (UTC -5)
I second that (what Ell said).
Your best one yet!
Ryan Oakley
December 31, 2005 at 9:11 am (UTC -5)
Thank you, though I must say, I’m still quite fond of “Humping Human Shaped Plastic.”