Long Zen Poems
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In Meditation
I daily commune with God
Life is so Zen in that way.
Simplicity is
In achieving that oneness
With the universal mind.
Uncomplicated
Life is the sweetest of all
Evil dies, clarity thrives.
Why complicate life
When you can exist in peace,
Achieving complete Hara.
Just remember this,
Peace is every step you take;
Its golden arms keep you safe.
Note: In the beliefs of Hinduism and Shaivism, Hara in Sanscrit, means “removing, destroying or taking away”.
Hara or Shiva is “the one who destroys evil.”
For: ZEN Poetry Contest;
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
If not for the blood on the thorn,
How would we learn of the twin gardens?
If not for the scent of the rose,
What would entice us to grow?
If not for the courage of our soul,
To explore the unknown valleys,
We would never know the heights of mountains.
For when we move in the direction of purpose,
We find ourselves everywhere, in everything.
As some find the fog too thick to move in,
Only to hear in the distance the zen master speak.
Though his words make no sense from within,
But reasons for all the master simply begins.
There are no wrong paths. No wrong thoughts.
Just fog inside the clearing.
So keep on your way, for the fog shall lift one day.
Serenity envelops me as I sit in meditation, A peaceful mind, free from worldly agitation. The ripples on the pond mirror my state of mind, Reflecting inner peace that's so pure and kind. The fragrance of incense perfumes the air, As I release my worries and shed every care. In this sacred space, time ceases to exist, And all that remains is my soul's eternal bliss.The chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves, Harmonize with my breathing, a orchestra that weaves, A calmness and profound grace, A sanctuary where I can find my inner place. In my garden, I am whole and complete, Connected to the universe in a dance so sweet. Here, in the embrace of nature's gentle embrace, I find peace, and endless space.
"What is this strange place we find ourselves in
Trapped in the open, we find ourselves within"
Who can hear the forest still
Its light and mist fall calmly hushed
Bereft of leaves gripped in winter's will
Its naked soul lies burnt from autumns rust
Sundering haze as breath in cold
Melts in air through sunlit stands
Of forest simple, soft though bold
While natures will and peace command
Its parable is yet untold
Eyes behold serene repose
As tides of glimmering beauty shoal
To surge with mighty grandeur's glow
Into the heart it comes to rest
Zen's remedy is yet to show
The puzzle of this life’s mystery
As oneness flows to disclose
Can we be as one with every tree?
March 20, 2022
I Believe
I believe in the teachings of Jesus
and the power of loving my neighbor.
I see us all as children of God—
my Creator, the Source of all life.
But I don’t confine my faith to a single name or cross.
I find peace in stillness,
a quiet zen in the rhythm of my breath.
I respect the wisdom of Buddhism,
though I walk no single path.
I aim to be present, moment by moment,
without rigid steps through the Tao.
I know myself as divine,
one with my Creator,
yet grounded in this human form—
giving thanks to the hands that made me.
I am made of earth and stardust,
animated by love,
etched with scars.
I believe in transformation—
not through striving,
but through radical self-acceptance.
We were never meant to be the same.
In our differences, we create balance.
I welcome opposing views
as windows to growth,
curious about your beliefs,
your lens on life.
If you're right,
that doesn't make me wrong—
it simply expands the way we see.
Yes, some views may mislead,
but that's not up to me to judge.
You're on your path.
I'm on mine.
Why waste time with resentment?
What matters is this:
how I treat myself,
how I love others,
how I guard my peace.
Let me choose where I find understanding.
Let others feel what they feel—
if it ruins their day,
that’s their weight to carry.
I won’t flatter to fit in,
won’t fight to defend.
That’s not strength—
that’s giving in.
Instead, I stay true
to the quiet voice within
who remembers who I am.
Let’s make a pact, right here, right now:
to prioritize our souls.
To release shame and silence fear—
not just for ourselves,
but for all of us.
Let’s carve our own paths,
become our own authorities.
No more finger-pointing,
people-pleasing,
shrinking to fit where we were never meant to belong.
We deserve to feel fully,
to be wholly seen.
Because I am enough—
just as I am.
And so are you.
We are all human.
We are all healing.
the flame of awareness
is held steady in silence
what is silence but nonchalance
to thoughts and sense perceptions
transient waves that arise and subside
within this feeble mind-body apparatus
yet this nonchalance is not negation
for negation is judgmental
and we have dropped thought
the orientation of pristine silence
is then simply embrace and release
in playful, joyous, childlike innocence
renewing exuberance in agendalessness
there then thus is no effort employed
for we are, as we are, in our native element
abiding in the luminosity of our true being
19-May-2023
observing oscillation of our attention
between form and the void
with inertia dimming our awareness
accepting the sway as it is
looking at waves in nonchalance
we feel nothing need be done
since the flame of awareness is held
solely in the hands of God
Who weaves his magic within duality
and thus recognising the play
we as aspect of the whole in the dream
have freedom to offer response
to life as it unfolds moment to moment
so choose to thin out the ego
that as boundaries blur nodes within stir
benign bliss friction enlivens dust
whereupon affirming there is no one here
we transmute becoming the flame
I go within my being and touch the core of my soul.
Like a monk in deep meditation, my mind is quiet.
Exploring the hidden, unknown truths has become my goal.
My conscience and consciousness are filled with blissful delight.
Insight, like the nectar within flowers, secretes in me.
Patience, as in cranes, amalgamates with self-control.
Concentration pervades me like that of a honey bee.
Intuitions, not impulses, play a paramount role.
I'm alert in my waking, sleeping, working, and dining.
Unlike flooding rivers, my movement is like a calm stream.
I could feel, wisdom and truth, like celestial light, shining.
This cosmic existence turns into a heavenly dream.
Each movement and moment is filled with sensitivity.
My thoughts, words, and deeds are born of psychic tranquility.
find
your favorite spot;
a place of zen.
make yourself comfortable
s e p e r a t e your mind
from life's challenges,
from negative stress,
from intrusive thoughts.
suspend all your woes.
breathe out toxic feelings.
fully surrender to tranquility.
be in harmony with nature,
be still in mind and body.
scan the world around you,
then gently close your eyes.
as your thoughts start to wander,
imagine yourself lounging
at an imaginary beach,
facing a restless sea.
now, sit silently and listen...
to the seagulls
to the ebb and flow of the tides,
to the sound of your breath;
deeply taking the moist sea air
into your lungs
and slowly exhale them.
make the most
of your idle time
in your place of
zen.
(Didactic/Imagism)
Writing Challenge - Z words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme of choice: Zen
Date written: 05/13/2023
IN ZEN WE DON'T FIND THE ANSWERS WE LOSE THE QUESTIONS.
Peaceful and calm, kind and relaxed she is energy she is Zen
centered and living inside the mentality of her living soul
she is faith alive.
Her presence stills the air and calms the body
and in all her simplicity, she is a non-conceptual reality of mine.
Zazenly she settles on the Mantra and gives me peace
simply co-existing alongside me, as a servant of soul, body & mind.
Sitting on my beginner's mind, "Shoshin-taza" brings to me
fluidity, stillness, restoration and authenticity.
In Zen we don't find the answers we lose the questions,
When we are Zen, we bring ourselves to heaven.
Shoshin-taza: In Japanese it means just sitting.
Written by: Mystic Rose