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.”