Kukkuripa

I cleaned out the cast iron cooking pot and then
I placed it upon the hob I had turned on
The dishwater fizzled, it danced and it sizzled
The puddle did shrink, and I could not help but think
Of the thoughts that I have when I think I'm not thinking
It's shrinking, but oh, it never seems to go
And then I woke up and the puddle had vanished
I picked up the pan and I burned my poor poor poor

And I'm making a meal
I'm making a meal
With what I have right here
I'm making a meal

You told me the story of when you had driven
Your teacher to town for an operation
They put him under, and when he came out
He was talking to you in the way high teachers do

He asked if you would partake of a meal in a restaurant
Before
You returned to your mountain home once more
And you said you'd eat what was put on the table
And he turned to you, and he said now that's a good

That's a good
That's a good
Bodhisattva now!
That's a good

I see Kukkuripa in the pixels you show
And I see your heart
As you drive through the snow
Careful yet bold
In our container we rocket along
Whatever you sing
Is a nourishing song
Kukkuripa loved his dog and he sang

That's a good
That's a good
Bodhisattva now!
That's a good