Presence is a form of prayer;
Instead of praying that all will be well,
Know that all is well;
Instead of praying that the future will bring happiness,
Know that there is happiness now.
Instead of praying for perfection;
Know that right now everything is in place.

Presence is a form of prayer;
Know within you that this moment
Is carved by the divine.

The stems pile all over the ground
from the plants that have been torn from the earth
as people steal everything those stems have spent years feeding the plant.
That branch lost its flowers.
A tactile submission to the ways of the human race
but that plant fights
though it's nothing but a stem on the earth with a bunch of other stems.
All the elements destroyed by people
unable to live a life
of enjoying the simple things
like honey on a spoon dripping into tea,
a moment in life,
the emotion of only that.

Inherit..h e a v e n
Where a mass of our mistakes
Met the biomass

Master's makeshift meal
Weeds whistle with the widow
Mourning matter makes

You may call it Sky.
I call it Blue Breeze.
You may call it Sun.
I call it Zen.
You may call it Rose.
I call it Reason.

I could write a thousand words about Zen
But then three or four words
Would be sufficient

Loud truck rumbling
A strained love call from tree tops
Man picking mushrooms

Maybe when the brain is most fundamental, the neuron groups respond in the most redundant way.
The back of the brain receives energy, the side lobes transmit thoughts, the central core is silent, the frontal lobe is afraid to erupt without reason.
The heart desires love, the ******- *******, the stomach-food, and the palate-wetness.
The body containing many rooms dedicated to different functions, where I am the observer of all of them.
Each room a mechanical device operating in autonomy.
And me with the reflective capacity to witness it work.