living on the edge
on the outskirts of town
circling the perimeter
trying to hang on
 
broaching the topic
your best foot forward
an opening line ―
a foot in the door
 
eye of the storm,
core of the apple,
pit of a peach
 
gist of the story,
sum of all parts,
the heart of the matter
 
the book “Zen Flesh Zen Bones”
yet not in the book
Zen marrow
 
when teardrops flow
do they know the difference between
tears of joy and tears of sorrow?
 
learn from the past,
live in the present,
plan what you can for the ’morrow
 
you can intuit, think, or feel,
work or beg for your meal,
yet except for what comes from the absolute center
it’s all a big borrow