Some words are understood
Some aren’t
Some stories draw you in
Others push you out
A secondhand copy
Of The Practice of Zen Meditation
By Hugo M. Enomiya-Lassalle
Arrived in the post today
The words are crystal clear
Yet the book smells fusty
It may already have passed through several lives
Been stored who knows where
Some connections are understood
Some aren’t
Some attachments draw you in
Others flush you out
