Decisions   One tiny ant laps the sugar bowl, leaving me in a dilemma.   If Everything is Emptiness, do I still want buckets of the stuff?   Buddha could well have taken the money and run, but turned himself in. Song of a Suicide “… reaching for the other shore of the sea which has no other shore” —Neruda in The Watersong Ends   The locks are on all bets are off the risen snake runs through the grass. Armageddon and Judgement Day how they pale now, not in this class.   Two hands, one face one sound to…