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Poem – Self
The following poem is from a conversation with Hanakia Zedek regarding Zen and takes place through a series of poems. Questions are asked, along with a poem, and the response is a poem addressing each question. Self (1) Standing on the blue cliff on one side of the valley dividing mountain ranges tiled with a…
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Poem – Night
Night has fallen while we were not looking and now the sky is yellow tinged and tree shadows elongated. I should be sleeping. Instead I walk the streets free of traffic, quiet, and empty. Which is what I hope my mind will be soon.
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Poem – Black Tunnel
Photo from http://www.panoramio.com/photo/38968052 The black tunnel begins and ends with light. In between is unknown, and unwritten… Local rumors and heresy from people who may or may not have passed through speak of witchcraft, ghosts, spirits, deities, demons, and nothing but an empty black tunnel burrowed through Cathedral Mountain. Since the time I can remember, the…
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Empty Fields, 1
I must transcend beyond here, beyond everything I have done. I am walking lost around this infinite plane. The gods are ever watchful. Their past ever following and hiding when I turn. At times I reach further and see the next level before my past grabs my legs and pulls me back to this field…
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Solitude
A place exists tucked into tall pine trees reaching toward the empty sky filled with Nothing. Yielding the search for everything I found what I was looking for. I do not fully understand the magic slipping through exposed fingers and I question why it took so long to get here, why so many roadblocks of…