Freedom's Tranquility
With a Zen poet’s simplicity,
he said to me,
“Were you there when others
had to bear their cross?
What do you know about
suffering and loss,
freedom and its costs?
These insults are minor flesh wounds.
Do you follow
the cycles of the moon,
the change in seasons,
a flowers bloom,
the queen rising
from winter’s tomb
on a quest to find her groom?
The fire of birth
inside earth’s womb?
For those who mourn,
there is calm
beyond the storm.
Accept your mistakes
when life dictates.”
“Finally,”
he spoke thoughtfully,
“Don’t lose heart too soon,
Instead, give to life
When it is asked of you.”
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