Restless Zen
A Japanese stone garden
brass wind chimes,
little birds feeding,
fountain tinkling - the whole works.
I sit, empty my mind,
intone a low pitched Buddhist hymn
which scares the birds away.
The wind picks up,
chimes no longer tinkle -but loudly clang.
The fountain sprays itself
into my frowning face.
Frustrated,
now I can hardly hear myself
not-thinking.
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