Zen Master weeps by the courtyard steps
Which are covered as vines on stone.
His students are all broken and he carries their load
His awakened eyes rise and absorb the scene around
They extend to the horizon
Blue skies towering overheard
Enclosing spatters of cloud streaked with gold
Yellow daffodils aspire and try with desire
To reach the castles highest spires
Afar, how beautifully the willow weeps
nestled in the meadow by the lake
and the bank covered in autumn leaves
where the lovers had met in the secret of night
embracing on the edge of the waters stillness
that is capturing the beams of the down-going sun
Keeping them sweetly in the depths of its water
Allowing them to play and tell their stories of light and dark
and wave goodbye to the cusp of the day
Menageries of coloured birds are singing brightly above;
passionate songs of worship to their unknown deities
which only the natural and uninhibited can understand
Deep in the forest, miles away
The tribes-people gather round fire
They are nestled in the cavern of a waterfall
which shields them from whipping wind
The water thunders down and disturbs the air with a resonating hum
By the flickering shadows of fire, lush green can still be seen
In presence of the sundown insects are dancing on the water
Splashes of fish, big and small, can be heard feasting on the abundance
It's in this scene the tribes-people embrace one another lovingly
They begin to sing songs of reverence for nature
Appreciating the abundance that is given in their unknown abode
They have departed from the search for meaning that Zen undertakes
And have arrived
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Lilies blooms whilst silly looms
Whispering chosen songs
Of devoutness and freedom
Which arises when all else has gone
