Diurnal Zen

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This is the year
of the poems played
in piano sonatas with
black and white keywords tapping
an opus of pain vanquished
in potting soil birthing
sun/moonflowers pointed
to meet the light 
shechinah

This is the year
of the zazen sitting
with passion silenced
nothing to gain breathing
nothing to prove prayed
in adagio movements slowing
balletic feet poised
to meet the dark
sheol

This is the year
of the poems praised
life is the best in its being
all striving and straining ceased
with grass blades withering
and faded with 
rain beads falling
and raised in
rosaries speaking
ancient rhymes chanted
I am what I am selah!
I be who I be selah!
in stanza lines forming
to meet the mystic
me


Copyright © Linda L. Bielowski, Ph.D.

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