Zen

I see a certain
Importance, an energy
Inherent in all
Creation

A warm love that can be
Found somewhere in
Even the ugliest, the
Darkest of places

A kiss after broken
Glass, after thunder, a
Cloak of comfort on
A windswept mountaintop

Time twists and turns
Around every leaf
The flicker of every
Candle, around me

When I walk, the world
Speaks to me, in little
Whispers, without words
Without tone

Pure expression
Of the thing, the self
Being and letting be
All that is, that
Will be