Her Little Zen

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Her Little Zen


There once was a girl who was stuck atop a large bolder of ice. 
She sat in her parka and chanted to the sun from sunrise to 
dusk. Every now and then a whale would rise above the sea 
and wave at her with flip tail songs of old. But most of the 
time she waited afloat a chunk of ice, far, deep, remote. 
The silent trees looked like sentinels prepped in a forest 
at the water's edge. A soaring eagle flew above her frame. 
Her brownie eyes held space, as she rolled Japa beads with 
smoothie sounds in mind. Divinity turned into love one moment 
at a time. The sun anchored on the waif giving heat in consistency, 
until the boulder melted away. Into the casing of the water she went, 
drowning without flinch. The Mermaids sang their songs of newt 
and humans with voices fine as crystal chimes. Regardless of the deep 
she chanted her devotion on wings afloat, until no more pain could reach 
the "seer. " 
"Om Christave Namah" "Om Christave Namah" she chanted 
til' the course of time. The ocean water rose to meet the blueness 
of the sky and the shadows of her little Zen began to linger soft 
against her new found glen. Late at night as the eagle turns 
around, the dusk unveils the liquid stars and the boulder rock that 
once held still, is now alive and well, in pegatron history.!!! 

The End. 
April 5, 2017 

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  1. Date: 4/8/2017 7:53:00 PM
    An intriguing story... both beautiful and sad imagery with language that had me mesmerized. The spiritual aura flowing adds a depth that is quite moving. It is a joy to read your poetry. lynnxxx

  1. Date: 4/7/2017 9:22:00 PM
    A mystical write Rose..Well written

  1. Date: 4/5/2017 9:16:00 AM
    Hi Mystic, What a fascinating tale. It held my attention from start to finish. You are a gifted story teller. Well done:-) Alexis

  1. Date: 4/5/2017 7:36:00 AM
    Didn't know you are an expert on Hinduism not to mention Sanskrit. A sad tale in the end, considering the girl drowned. But I cannot not admire your knowledge. Definitely well written. bahut badhiya! xo

  1. Date: 4/5/2017 7:09:00 AM
    - A affecting tale, Vie Rose - Great written - hugs // Anne-Lise :)