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