You were born into a meadow
Rains they did pour down
Your parents said,
This will not do
and broke the supple ground
They built a sturdy shelter
adding shutters, roof, and door
Still underneath this structure
the meadow was your floor
Tendrils fine as spider’s silk
spread underneath your feet
while sunbeams danced and dared you
to come and feel their heat
You often peeked
between the slats
good intentions raised
Into the vast expanses
you calmly set your gaze
Life without a meaning
is no life at all
and so you started walking
not afraid to fall
When courage turned
the silver knob
door glided on its hinge
You kissed the breeze
embraced the dawn
and headed for the fringe
So….I’m still writing poems…
This one was inspired by a sentence I read in Bring Me the Rhinoceros by John Tarrant—zen koans that will save your life.
The author shares seven things to notice about koans:
Koans show you that you can depend on creative moves.
Koans encourage doubt and curiosity.
Koans rely on uncertainty as a path to happiness.
Koans will undermine your reasons and your explanations.
Koans lead you to see life as funny rather than tragic.
Koans will change your idea of who you are, and this will require courage.
Koans uncover a hidden kindness in life.
If you are used to living in a small room, and suddenly discover a wide meadow, you might feel unsafe. ~John Tarrant
When was the last time you wrote a poem?
A short story?
A journal entry?
I’ve found writing focuses my mind and shapes possibility.
Writing reminded me that I was born into a meadow….
;)
Ah! Went and read your poem again after reading the Tarrant quote — this time it clicked. Nice, Gail!