(with apologies to Basho, Dogen and others)
.
They have given me 55 words
and a slow pen
to describe Zen.
I ponder, chase the moon,
watch her spill milk
into a curious sea.
I ask the stars, sky-scars
loosing night into another
place, tracing their own eraser
dust down, true.
I weigh the worth
of words; find I
need only one:
……………You.
.
Written for Toads.
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This gave me chills! Perfect.
Wonderful.. The thought of the slow pen is perfect for Zen.
“slow pen” gives way to an abundance of wondrous word pictures and lovely love!
Love the thought of the moon spilling milk!
I loved the perfection of mood & images that were created for this spectacular piece..!
xoxo
The moon, the stars, and the seas to balance the recipient (You) makes a very important person in the writer’s live. Nicely written, De. I especially like the surprise ending twist.
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Yes, perfect Zen!
Super lovely, creative, sprightly, whimsical and sweet– all in 55. Well done. K.
The first three lines set the mood, and the remainder makes the sort of pattern that old monks do in sand with stiff rakes and brooms–beautiful in simplicity and order. Except your version has warmth as well.
Yes, it reads as if written with a slow, calm pen — and what a perfect ending.
Perfection, De!! 55 and Zen are like breathing to you…I love the spilling of the milk form moon! 🙂
We always do look up for the answers, don’t we. But they are closer than we think. I love “tracing their own eraser/ dust down” – just beautiful!
I like this.
Thanks for visiting. We always store our tears, no time to cry.
Perfection, De.
awesome in its contemplation
much love…
Beautiful. Really beautiful.