#sen
What is a zen thought?
Is it so subtle it drifts in the silence
of a gentle breeze?
Or in its simplicity inside a kids laugh.
What makes a zen thought zen?
Is it wisdom scribed by one
who looks for answers?
Or a phase that invites contemplation
for wandering soul.
What is a zen thought?
Is it a line or two orchestrated by
one named Buddha?
Or person dressed in robes
who walks in hallways of monastery?
What makes a zen thought zen?
Is it lines with words that are few
but echoes loudly?
Or in a star stuttered night
that vibrates peace?
The answer lies behind heartbeat
inside life's journey where road opens
with no stoplights.
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
She was my angel
My only one
I saw her
And she saw me
We declared love
‘Til death do us part
I was happy
And she was too
We were here
Here in London
Then one day
She went out for no reason
She walked, and walked
And never came back
I was worried
I started searching
And I found her shoes
Right next to the Sen
Now it is time
Water, let us embrace
Pull me down
And swallow me
And lead me
To my wife’s tomb, we’ll see
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC