Gardens of rain and gravel
carved in mazes that unravel
spinning in those Zen spheres
soaking up the Gods’ tears.
Meditate in the quiet of the weeping world
dreams and hopes unwound, unfurled,
fix them with nails on rice paper walls
like butterfly wings forced to fall;
and while the wind plays flutes and silver chimes
release your thoughts, empty your mind
and take a trip into the vast beyond
but careful, do not stay too long/
For in the darkness of nothing (and less)
there in lies a Zen Masters test
for, if you stray into perfection
you may not come back,
such is minds retention
that what’s forgotten will lack
all luster and gleam of it’s previous days
therefore don’t get lost in the rain-gravel maze.
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Beautiful and well written. The pieces itself feeds the meditative trance state your describing. Awesome.
Such beautiful rhyme. And message, too. Thank you for sharing!