Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Flint and Steel

How to tell 
the scientist 
that God lives 
within us 

that atoms and 
     molecules 
are held together 
with glue 
     of such 

that the body 
is a floating island 
of peace
and bliss  
if one could only 
see 
it
if one could only 
be 
it 

someone whose life 
has been lived 
outward 

-being asked 
to look 
inward

someone whose mind 
runs like a spinning 
turbine 
asked 
to 
still 
it

asked to watch 
it 
stop

When I think 
of all the years 
I've put in 
at this 

puzzling out 
a puzzle 
prying at the Gordian knot 

I realize 
that patience 
is the name 
of the game 

but impatience 
is the fire 
which lights up 
inside us 

wanting 
to
know 

the two of these
forces 
collide inside 
striking a spark 

like flint 
and steel

lighting the dry 
brush 
of our devotion 

to our chosen 
ideal   

We All Come To Zen, in the end...

We all come to Zen 
     in the end... 

Short term memory 
     first 
Why, 
     did I 
     come in 
     here?

Then the doddering old 
     Zen-walk
     
Like the old zen-guy 
     in the zen painting 
     walking with a stick 
dressed-
     in his bathrobe 

We all come to Zen 
     in the end 
Sitting on a 
     back porch 
With time 
     to gaze 
     and contemplate 

That's about all 
     the body 
     does well 
At this point!

We all come to Zen 
     in the 
     end 

Gardening 
     feeding Goldfish 
     in the pond 

Waiting 
     just waiting 
For inspiration 
     to strike 

Eating our fill of 
     vegetables 
          and rice 
That's about all we 
     can digest 
          anymore 

Note to self;
     get more zen-bowls
     and chop sticks 
So it will look like 
     we meant 
           to do it 
           this way