You look like you're dying
What do you need?
Lift out from the clutter fuck
Sitting under ten grams of weed
Feels like you're gonna hurt forever
What do you need?

Huike is at the bottom of the mountain with his head on fire
Seeking the great master to pacify his mind
Bodhidharma, the great see-er who cut off his eyelids
And stared at a wall for nine whole years

Ten thousand little leaves
Ten thousand trees
Each filament known by light
Earth, sap, and seed
Each drop of rain in fall
Each beast and breed
Ten thousand little leaves
Ten thousand trees

Huike is at the mouth of the cave now
Holding his flaming head in his hands
And crying out
Bodhidharma, I'm freezing to death
But you just stare at the wall and say nothing
And nothing, and nothing and nothing and nothing at all
How can I show great faith in the wisdom of the Dharma
And doubt in the self?
I cut off my arm