Guggenheim Grotto Koan
Who has more beauty, finch or black jackdaw?
Who is more precious, fleece or red tiger claw?
Does joy or sorrow lie closer to god?
Do angels and devils deal from one deck of cards?
You must sing more sad.
You must sing more sad.
You know the world wouldn’t feel so bad if you would sing
more sad.
Does love lie in madness, madness in truth?
Is wisdom in knowing, knowing can never prove?
If being can be but being right now,
How can tomorrow weigh anything more than cloud?
(chorus)
