Zen

I feel i should write something, but all I can think of saying right now is thank you for the wonderful poem.

When you're close to the ground, you can feel the heart of the world beating. The smell of grass in the morning is amazing. Dew drops glisten in the morning suns rays. a simple lawn turns into a field strewn with dimonds. THe song of the birds ushers in the new light the new day the never ending light that cuts and bounces through the universe.

Who can find time to remeber an old owl, an old boy who has a mind to tell the truth when we are all lost in the lies of our fathers? After all we are all damned.

Immortality via ones words, the secret desire of most if not all writers, through out the ages. Great read. Thanks for sharing.

hmm there are so many great works here. yours is one of them *raises glass to all the writers in the house*

The imagery is awesome. I like how you have a sense of movement. I can see them running, like in the nature videos lol. its great. The only question I have is why must the Bobcat be vilified for what it naturally dose? Is it not also innocent? “Innocence torn away” Just wondering.

The population is becoming so conditioned by what they see on television that anything on it that claims to be fact is so in the minds of the masses. Any other view that conflicts with that of the establishment is destroyed on air, thus preventing a popular movement to ensue with out massive effort. This piece flowed so nicely, it makes me picture people sitting in darkened rooms with blank stares and the glow of the tube on their faces, just responding dully to what they see on television. O I’m sorry for the rant. Great poem.

Your poem is great. I wish i could critic it better but I fear I dont have that power yet. I Thoroughly enjoyed it. Well I'm of. And again great job.

yes but it could always become very interesting.

La da de da. Happy New years lol. great poem.

Happy New Years This year, Has felt so long. So long and worn. The seams breaking The sole worn. Its happily time for a new one. Lets whish it a hello. And treat it with care. Or by the end, We’ll want it gone too. We’ll promise to slim Not lie. Or squander away our fortunes. But we all know, It’ll be just the reverse. Our bellies will grow. Our white lies black, Our fortunes gone, In the first new years shopping rush. But that’s life and that’s time. So lets have a little fun tonight. Cheers, And happy new years. :wizzie: :wizzie: :wizzie:

were there was once one, now are two. _Zen_ thee friest and Zen me.

A kiss A kiss, So simple a kiss. Two sets of lips. Sending connecting signals. From each lovers touch. A kiss So simple a kiss. Meaning so much. A moment shared. An emotion conveyed.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmm hmmmh hmmmm, is there a such thing as a self hating buddhist. just kidding. Should I dance let me meditate on that. ramble ramble. smiles. O and all the other poems, fresh for you guys here at the pen. lata

Salvation Salvation, From what? Hell, Eternal flames? The pain and agony of a thousand deaths? Sins committed by sinful people. Of sinful nature. Of divine creation. Pure and unaltered. Tempted by a snake. If so perfect creation, Why the faults? Or was that part of a sick game? To make men suffer through life, And punish them for a creative mistake. In death. Perfection is an illusion. A standard so absurd, We hold our selves to it, Unknowingly. The limits we impose on ourselves. The grief we go through. All meaningless All useless. In the end.