4-27 Zen Nonsense

Wrote this years ago, probably inspired by ancient memories of Jess as a child–now revived by Emma.

 

Zen Nonsense

 

Here and now, how brief we visit:

For there and then is where we lodge.

 

Memory and daydreams

from mind’s projector veil our view.

 

The child swings and swings and swings—

pure motion.

 

Then stops, gazes at an anthill—

Pure rest.

 

Zen whispers:

 

no matter. Never mind.

 

 

 

 

 

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