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final 'random Zen' entry
| Open Poetry #48 |
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final 'random Zen' entry |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! 
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moonlight and shadows silence and emptiness alone in the wilderness with a broken heart the owl flies away swaying in the moonlight an empty tree abandoned house only dust and time in a broken teacup sky and earth are one the snowflakes fall long lazy days warm summer sun joys of the wilderness shaken from the loneliest of dreams thunder at midnight ancient forest star-field splendor only the moon and I In my mirror by moonlight___ my father my son much truth still remains in a dead chrysanthemum ‘endless’ mountain twilight forest evening calm the moon lies sleeping in this lake of dreams in this empty life seeking the shelter of your arms By your love I become fully real___ my spirit limitless two midnight lovers somewhere in time shadow-dancing by candle light If time is a river your love is my lifeline Your gentle spirit plays my heart like the finest Stradivarius with the velvet fingers of love most Heavenly torture___ I cannot touch you with more than words notes of liquid desire chords of passion's fire spirit-mates burning with the music of love --- b. e. adams (8/7/2013) |
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swampguy Member
since 2013-08-04
Posts 83 |
Zen-like is truly within the words and lines of this very much piece of angst poetry. It causes the heart to ache in sympathy with the sad and lonely words ~*~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
An amazing example of heartfelt love and longing, Bruce. A keeper for sure. Ida |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
one has to, I believe, be rather careful about writing Zen poetry in any form as it can be rather addictive. I could easily become 'locked into' that attempting to approach the penultimate 'Zen limit' ... at the expense of all else. The following is likely as close as I've come to said "Zen limit" : Winter Dawn frigid Winter sunrise - over pure white snow a black raven shadow. |
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