Zen Putty

Stroking, burying the vibrant reds,
covering blood with Zen putty,
healing rituals of atonement,
painting walls, colors renew.

Choices to be made,
cycles to be broken,
red disappears,
tranquil clay, shaping disciplines.

Self induced sophism,
fades with each new morn,
whispers of truth emerge,
serene wisdom reigns.

Once Tellus kissed,
past shattered, future devoured.
I felt your dis-ease,
denied through my dreams.

Serene wisdom, perceptive paint.
Shut down.
Run, hide in the red.
Ancient rhythms, irretrievable.

An owl floats in my soul,
screeching painfully at self,
imperfections found in the walls,
step back and beauty lives.

Time you need, to see your strengths.
Crafty is fear, when we love too deep.
Red fading, Zen putty molding my heart.
Owl loves patiently.

dlt © March 14 2005