The Zen of the enlightened one: Kamala Harris

Imagine if Vice President Kamala Harris was an enlightened Zen master who has fooled us into thinking she is a fool, a complete idiot and a word salad clown. Now imagine that her secret notebook has been found for all to read and grow and learn in the passage of time it takes to peruse it. Here we go:

The Zen of Kamala Harris

"What can be, unburdened by what has been”—Kamala Harris

Haiku of a Brown Willie

I had your old body

On hot summer nights

I became your mistress

In order to succeed in running the world, one must hear the sound of spring . . . beneath the sheets upon the bed. Joy will follow.

A Zen Cohen: allow nothing to get in the way of the mission such as places, particularly places such as Israel. For the Jew will not bring sufficient votes to provide you with the power to rule the world and make it yours. Yea, one’s father knows best as did Marx, not of the genus Groucho.

Success can be measured like salad where words have hidden meanings. Whether it be now or later, before or never, words describe the way America and democracy work hand-in-hand, while the sound of one hand is the answer to enlightenment.

To trump-a-Trump is like candy, a baby, and many tears. In order to accomplish this trump in triumph, one must be like a ninja and be a shadow. To be seen, to be heard, defeats the ninja Harris, who will do all in stealth as is done in the White House. Thy will be done in the passage of time.

Sung to the tune of “Aruba”

Chennai, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya to the White House, Frisco, dabble me with Crisco. Debating, creating, joy and masquerading, your thinking and planning your Democratic scamming. In the White House she sits, hoping Trump will call it quits, because it’s where she wants to be, so please vote-oat for me.

To do nothing and show the work is the secret of a successful life. Lo, how the people are happy simply to see one’s face rather than one’s accomplishments. Thus, one needs only to show up, as Allan Stewart Konigsberg has asserted.

Our senses put us at one with nature and nature with the Buddha. Color is the essence of emotion and this is what makes us what we are in the eyes of the divine. Thus, one should never dismiss the notion of the importance of yellow school buses.

The dragonfly tells us many stories, none of which goes along with clear thought.

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