Quietly sighing
A man shakes his head and says
He has seen enough
Stuck in the moment
A star shines and leaps toward
A bright new nowhere
Fresh playful language
Does not need friends or foes but
Rather open hearts
Rain is the echoes
Of our pasts walking across
A clear present dream
Our brains are large seeds
Implanting the will of now
Upon the future
Zen is the absence
Of wondering why we need
To know anything
The birth of a dream
Equals the tides of time crashing
Against each other
The art of being
Holy starts with knowing how
Deeply silence sings