Zen Companion
I’m your Zen companion
Your mind’s cup of nothingness
I allow you crystal clarity
Enlightening your being in bliss
Allowing you to echo reality
Reflecting the world’s way
Become one with the whole
Living completely in today
Freeing you from attachments
Discerning distinctions drivel
Discrimativeless tub of thoughts
Where suffering silently shrivels
I fill you not with emptiness
As filling implies some substance
Empty of even emptiness
Removing selfish sense
I’m not your Zen companion
I don’t even have a face
nameless and unspeakable
I don’t exist and fill no space
19. May 2006 um 12:19
It is the Self that speaks. A neither here nor there situation, isn’t it?
Thank for stopping by. To answer your question, some poets have identified my writing as lyrical. I don’t really know if my pieces fall under that theme.
In order to put the spaces, type in:
That creates a white space the size of a letter, so you should keep adding them until you get the size of space you need (or want).
Thank you for linking. I shall link back to you. I like what I have read here so far and I look forward to coming back for more!
19. May 2006 um 12:41
Hi Cecillia! Glad you could stop by! In this poem I was speaking of how “emptiness” allows us our movements in life. Thank you for the advice on writing poems in this undefined form of white space and word art.