Henry digs into the deep relationship between poetry and Buddhism and how to turn the mundanity of life into a work of pure poetry. How do we listen to the world and fully be there for it even when listening is never enough? What’s the difference between spontaneously finding the poem that already exists free flowing all around us, and crapping out bad art that really needs an editor? How do we maintain the confidence to master our craft without falling into the hubris of trying to be the master of anything? Can we let our brains write poetry, make music, or do whatever fun creative endeavors it likes while we’re sitting zazen and still call it zazen?? Find out here!