Zen mode
resting as we are without agitation
quelling all thought ripples before they arise
dwelling in the void is our meditation
imbibing boons of grace in childlike surprise
that thus without doing anything at all
as the very source of the benign bliss squall
we behold the play of life poised in the heart
breath by breath beholding bliss ignition start
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
