Behold!
The Undying One
Walking, wailing,
Crying, laughing,

Enclosed with this
Wrinkling Skin Bag
Think to abandon?
Think not!

This is for a monk who is approaching a juncture in monastic training. And if the words seem slightly familiar I’ve taken the last few lines of a well known poem and reworked them. Song of the Grass-Roof Hut. Considerably!