Non-Erotic Poetrywith-zenWith-zen~
I sit
'with-zen'
my own mind
at my desk
looking at nothing
thinking of everything
'with-zen' my knowledge
satisfying
my tranquility
with mountain lakes
and streams
'with-zen' the trees
never
giving thought
to hurricanes,
volcanoes and tornadoes
mother nature's clash
with-zen
When
I spilt 'hot' coffee
in my lap
it was 'with-zen' my legs
I screamed
with-zen
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