For all Thomas Merton’s wry words about Zen, he admired its practices, and was a meditator himself. By the end of his life he’d lost just about all illusions about himself. Zen will do that to you, cut you down to size. Here’s a poem for you:
And there you have it, in small compass, John Weeren’s poem on his blog About Zen (I stop by for every new post).
Or another way of saying much the same thing: