Poems from Zensho
Ebb and flow,
Stop and go,
This is the way of time.
Quick and drag,
Chase and tag,
Time moves on its own.
There is something unnatural about time.
It crosses some invisible line
Between right and wrong.
It’s too far gone.
It plays by its own set...
When I look in the mirror,
I don’t see your thoughts,
Your opinions don’t matter,
Because to me they are lost.
When I look in the mirror,
I...
You cannot see my pain,
Because it is in my heart.
All you see is gain,
But I am torn apart,
Physical wounds you can see,
Maybe then you...
What reveals the secret of the Heart,
better than the word?
Laced together in elegance,
A sentence is formed.
A sentence becomes a story,...