#zazen - Hello Poetry

I sped to the temple. Breaking human laws, to align with universal ones. I approached. As my brow lowered, grace entered my being. Sunlight greeted me. As I slowly passed A stone Buddha. No one was around. Monks must be out. Only a bird sat and sang to all the flowers. ~ As I entered the main hall, the wood creaked beneath me, And my awareness became acute. The large Buddha towered over a myriad of empty zafus. All in accordance and order. I sat, emulating the statue. Even my temporal imperfections matched the stone carvings. Yet, my mind was with the bird. I stretched out my legs, toward the wall, after a long sit. The flowers were still after a breeze And that bird had flown away.

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Nov 13, 2024

Nov 13, 2024 at 4:59 PM UTC

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I Sped to the Temple

I sped to the temple. Breaking human laws, to align with universal ones. I approached. As my brow lowered, grace entered my being. Sunlight greeted me. As I slowly passed A stone Buddha. No one was around. Monks must be out. Only a bird sat and sang to all the flowers. ~ As I entered the main hall, the wood creaked beneath me, And my awareness became acute. The large Buddha towered over a myriad of empty zafus. All in accordance and order. I sat, emulating the statue. Even my temporal imperfections matched the stone carvings. Yet, my mind was with the bird. I stretched out my legs, toward the wall, after a long sit. The flowers were still after a breeze And that bird had flown away.

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Jan 8, 2018

Jan 8, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC