OOOMMM on the Range

the Zen-ning of an old song

Oh, give me a home where the Zen Cowboys roam
and the Yack and the Yeti all play
Where rarely is heard a disquieting word
and enlightenment is by the WAY

OOOMMM OOOMM on the Range
there bald monks hold the sway
Where rarely is heard a disquieting word
and enlightenment is by the WAY

Oh, give me a place with a very slow pace
Where the cowboys sit placid for days
Not caring for strays, the cows wander away
and no one comes out of their daze

OOOMMM OOOMMM on the range
there bald monks hold the sway
Where rarely is heard a disquieting word
and enlightenment is by the WAY

Oh, give me a mind with no desires that bind
Where directed thoughts can not stay
Nirvana's the state of which they all dream
and the universe is where they play

OOOMMM OOOMMM on the range
there bald monks hold the sway
Where rarely is heard a disquieting word
and enlightenment is by the WAY