Saturday, August 8, 2015

Monk Poeming

Take up thy pen
with a full heart,
an empty hand.

With forefinger
next to its thumb 

let thy heart flame
warm up the mind
till it opens 

onto worlds of 
grizzly grit and 
glorious grace.

Never search for 
words, let them find 
thy self ever 

into loving
embrace of all

that is, that is
not present to 
thy blazing heart.

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