Bad Poetry

I’m listening to a bunch of classes that Jiun Sensei did for our sangha, Daiun-Ji, over the last two years. Listening to these recordings constantly that have been passed through a low bitrate recorder has moved me to write a haiku dedicated to him and the Dharma:

scratchy, distorted, my abbot's voice constantly, cracks jokes while teaching.

I think it is time to listen to some Nick Cave or somesuch for a while now…

Update a few hours later:

I have received the following from Jiun Sensei:

demanding students never happy with sensei where is my damn tea?!

That seems to qualify as a retort…