Robert Winson

Poet, spoken word artist, punk rocker, Zen Monk, editor of Fish Drum Magazine, leader of the band Bichos. WALKING by Robert Winson I'm one man with two jobs coming and going walking in the field of breath among myriad beings I'll catch up on wisdom later Where it is that all the Buddhas come from like a man who often spoke your name when speaking to you Never coming in through the door They don't come in that way Breathing out fields of living beings Breathing in tremendous bones I'm not done But I did everything I needed to do Now nothing to do, nowhere to go I don't mind being lost here where the mountains stand on the water Out of arising coming & going Knowing water by drinking it