Mega-Genesis: Pacce's Zen

Pacce's Zen

Samsa Memnos lead his students.
He found it fitting to give his lessons in the Garden of Ophelia
The Ophelia tree was a native to the planet of Corinith.
It bloomed year round, it's petals raining on the garden path
The real magic stemmed from what happened when the Opehlia petals touched earth.
They appear to magically ascend back to the trees
Rising with the same grace with which they fell
In reality it is a clever illusion of the Ophelia Moths
The moths utilize the petals
They gather the fallen petals and use them for sustenance
And material to construct nests.
The moths wings reflected the color of their diet
The petals of the tree changed colors to match the season
It was winter in Corinith, and the garden was a divine gold.

Samsa Memnos was like the moths
His robes were gold, matching the season
He blended with the flower rain
His head was bald
Simply five red stripes on his head
Adorned his scalp.
He lead the children, clutching a staff.
His students
All twelve of them
Had only a single tattoo upon them
A blue stripe,
lengthwise the left side of their heads
Just above their ears
Their robes were a melancholy blue

The dozen sat in zazen facing their master
A varied group
Eleven of them sat attentive
A few had brought paper and crayons
To take note.
All of them had blue eyes
A prerequesite to be accepted as a student
In the Corinth monastery.
At the end
Pacce sat drawing in the dirt with his finger
His headphones sat around his neck
He was the youngest of the Samsa's students

The Samsa sat silent, allowing the distracted child to return of his own accord
But Pacce was lost in his doodling
At length, Samsa Memnos spoke
"I pray when you transcend
And find your place in Atlen,
Pacce
That you were an artist
In your previous life
So that your Atma can afford
To dream away during my lesson."

Pacce jumped at the scolding
"Oh, sorry master."
Pacce blushed and his fellow students glared
Their blue eyes were ice.

Samsa Memnos began his teaching
He began
As he often did
With a story
Not that Pacce heard it
He was leaning
And tugging on the ear of Codo
Who sat at his left

"What is it?" hissed Codo,
Afraid to interrupt the lesson.
"I have no page or crayon
Gift me a sheet
And share a crayon brother?"
"No Pacce, I have none to share."
But Pacce pleaded
"Samsa Memnos will scold me if I don't write his lecture
Please, right there, I see a half sheet..."
As Pacce leaned over Codo, Codo elbowed him away
His elbow struck the face of his Perosnal Musician v.21
The tiny face turned
A small digitally luminiscent round pad
A half finger in diameter
The face, having woken by Codo's poke
Activated music.
The synthetic sounds sung from Pacce's headphones
Disturbing the lesson

Pacce panicked
And struggled to silence his music player.
His thumb beat on the tiny face, which smiled and "ooed" at the interaction.
At last the music stopped, and Pacce smiled wide
"There!"
Memno's staff smacked Pacce's bald head
To which Pacce cried "Ow!"
"Another outburst, Pacce."
"But Samsa Memnos, I did not mean to-"
"Regardless of intent, you did so.
One must in control of the world around them
As well as their actions."
Pacce vigorously rubbed his dome
Feeling a throbbing bump beginning to form.

Samsa Memnos continued his lesson.