First snow, then silence.

This thousand dollar screen dies [restrict]

So beautifully.


With searching comes loss

And the presence of absence:

‘My Novel’ not found.


The Tao that is seen

Is not the true Tao-until

You bring fresh toner.


Stay the patient course.

Of little worth is your ire.

The network is down.


A crash reduces

Your expensive computer

To a simple stone.


Three things are certain:

Death, taxes and lost data.

Guess which has occurred.


You step in the stream,

But the water has moved on.

This page is not here.


Out of memory.

We wish to hold the whole sky,

But we never will.


Having been erased,

The document you’re seeking

Must now be retyped.

*Editors Note

Zen is not easy. It takes effort to attain nothingness.

……. And then what do you have? [restrict]