Zen Poem #1

I pet a fat cat on my walk around the world of my inner city suburb.

I spontaneously made cups of tea for loved ones to reduce their suffering. 

I walked down a muddy track in a state of zen. 

I saw my two friends and clasped their hands and love welled up inside me. 

I ate a salad that the waitress forgot to bring to our table. I walked after her and took it from the hands of another. The original waitress apologized for her mistake. I said no, it was my mistake, not yours. 

I walked slowly up and down a hill holding hands and carrying the children of our family. 

Many thoughts appeared in my mind and I noticed them and laughed at many of them. I was the traffic controller letting them flow through my minds eye. Negative thoughts entered, and I sat with them, I breathed deeply, I consciously experienced the discomfort in my body, then I reentered the present and seeped through the field of negativity like water. 

I studied and turned over new thoughts and concepts in my mind, glueing them together for fun like a knobbly makeshift statutes. 

I connected with nature through my TV screen. 

I did well today. 

I listened and learnt from monks. 

I grew spiritually by swimming in the great cosmic soup of uncertainty. 

I abandoned conventional cognition for oriental intuition. 

I walked alone — upon the mountain — in solitude. 

I escaped unconcious thinking. 

I stopped thinking. 

I was overcome. 

Dao.