Zen

Alleviate me, this precious guilt...
I know the ground after so long my downcast eyes.
Here now, by then...my strewn path where I’ve settled at its center.
Discontented by this lackluster I’ve kept to myself

This year the cave is collapsed...and I stand, wiping off the dust.
I see different faces, or the same now lit by the sun that was hidden from me.
Coming out, staring from once weathered eyes...I blink, and it‘s refreshed my world.