practice of zen, tofu & grapenuts

cricketsong in the garden
song too of recirculated fountain water
deep blue sky with a hint of cloud
when the world is haywire is it
best to be silent
art in this mediated age
of data pixels and screens
against the practice of just enough
a bowl of grapenuts for breakfast
a dinner of tofu patties
and language of mumbles
no desire no hope
no no god
what language did you say
that in?