Zen

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Share with me this moment.  As we lock hands, we take flight.  As we lock hands, we take control.  If only for this moment we share a fate.  If only for this moment we share a fate. 
naked under a juniper tree  bareboned and rigid like the rocky mountains afar feeding on the old mulch blind and dirty   burnished hazel protuberant eyeballs dumb as marbles  dialeted as the full moon
Zen
I close my eyes.  I breathe. I smile and embrace the wind in my hair.  My heart is breaking so I seek peace.  I pray.  I want to cry but I can't. Look at my face- I will always seem okay
Barren stems more than emptiness -within the confines of lost and broken,resilient as beauty is -Hope that awakens in white flowersto kiss you dreams that you areso welcome to take. 
I drove through shaded green canopies To the boundary of land and water, And as I tiptoed across crumbled rock Careful Not to fill my shoes with grain, The sour smell that lingered Between sand and sky
I want the shoreline, the foamy white waves colliding into rock like soldiers sparring in battle; the horizon brushed with soft strokes of lavender, rose pink and azure; the low-toned
When it rains it pours they say, So go and find your zen; Even if for a moments time, Peace will reign again.
Silhouetted trees Line dusked beach skies, As subtle breeze Blows, All is calm, Earth sighs.
Think about your family, Tammy-Lee Look towards the future, Stu-Murr Take a breath, Seth Keep a journal, colonel Record your triumphs, Liumph Go to bed early, Shirley Create realistic goals, noel
Think about your family, Tammy-Lee Look towards the future, Stu-Murr Take a breath, Seth Keep a journal, colonel Record your triumphs, Liumph Go to bed early, Shirley Create realistic goals, noel
The cool summer rain Falls in soft sheets Enough for umbrellas, but not for raincoats; Enough for me, enough for peace.
Under the starlit sky I walk. Quiet. Alone. But truly alone, am I? Not really. Everything is alive. Pulsating. Breathing. Living. Too often we forget
I jaunt to my tree.  I feel happy while I sit. I reminisce there.
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