"Well done. Well done." Was his final praise.
"I'm hungry." The Compton rubbed his tummy. "It's been an hour's score
since I've had any. You want some?"
"I...?" The Great Zen Sage asked.
"No, I'm serious." The Compton insisted. "Dad gave me a pence for clot-
bread. I could share some with you."
"I...?" The Great Zen Sage asked again.
"Sir!" The Compton now soured his face. "Make up your bloody mind. Do
you want some or not?"
"I...?" The Great Zen Sage asked once more.
The Compton was done. He shrugged at the Great Zen Sage with a loud
PFFT! And went on his way.
"I apologise." The Great Zen Sage shouted to the Compton. "That was
supposed to be a Yes."
But the Compton failed to hear him. His Tummy was already crying to
him for clot-bread.
"I guess he really needs to sup." The Great Zen Sage finally realised.
Then he stood at the spot where the Compton once meditated and
"You Primal Figures of the Inner Seed
Place yourselves further with Voiceless Harmony
Know that in Light's Focus there sprouts a Need
But there is None; A Message of Fallacy
All lives for Life's intent; Which is impure
If Eyes simply define the Separate
Of THIS and THAT; THESE and THOSE; MINE and YOURS
Is a Donkey's bray to Commemorate
Yet this Boy passed the Exam; Which we Pride
Only if Moment's Vacuum does exist
But if we soak ourselves in such a Lie
These Tangent Partners will be hard to Resist.
Save yourself the Trouble. Now sit with me
And look how you matter within that Seed."
"...Or clot-bread, whichever comes first." The Great Zen Sage chuckled
- END? -