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Streamline thinking, thinning things out
Throwing away the unwanted
Bags and bags of it
Unrecognizable things
Unattached attachments
Relentless stockpile of worthless need
Every color of the rainbow well represented
Each season passes
Flaunting its promise of happiness
Unfulfilled year after year
Leave it in a burning pile
Heaped upon the heads of those who pursue it
Lift me on the air
Touch me with the wind
Feed me the grasses
Let me sip from the pure stream
Feel the sun on my face
Stripped of the material world
Set free to wander the earth
I am a puff of white cloud
Moving East to West
Carried by my friend the sky

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When It Becomes Zen

Contributed by merry on Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 11:41:14 AM in AEST
Topic: spiritual

Streamline thinking, thinning things out
Throwing away the unwanted
Bags and bags of it
Unrecognizable things
Unattached attachments
Relentless stockpile of worthless need
Every color of the rainbow well represented
Each season passes
Flaunting its promise of happiness
Unfulfilled year after year
Leave it in a burning pile
Heaped upon the heads of those who pursue it
Lift me on the air
Touch me with the wind
Feed me the grasses
Let me sip from the pure stream
Feel the sun on my face
Stripped of the material world
Set free to wander the earth
I am a puff of white cloud
Moving East to West
Carried by my friend the sky

Copyright © merry ... [ 2004-12-18 11:41:14]
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Re: When It Becomes Zen (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 11:48:07 AM AEST
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this is beautiful gaille:) hugs n' love nessa

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Re: When It Becomes Zen (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 11:58:12 AM AEST
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I agree. This is a great write, and not unlike what I'm engaged in right now! (De-cluttering and cleaning). Zen has lots to say about our overgrown materialism!
I especially like the line"Leave it in a burning pile
Heaped upon the heads of those who pursue it"
Cheers!

Re: When It Becomes Zen (User Rating: 1 )
by blueyes11 on Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 01:36:19 PM AEST
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"Each season passes
Flaunting its promise of happiness
Unfulfilled year after year"
Nice! I also liked your final description of turning away from the materialism, "touch me with the wind... sun on my face..." This was an interesting and flowing read.

Re: When It Becomes Zen (User Rating: 1 )
by autumngreeneyes on Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 03:14:09 PM AEST
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I promise myself to always comment where I stop to read because so many read my poetry and never comment; and I am left hurt..I read your piece..and I laughed. Not because it was in anyway funny..but because I visited a zen garden once and it was supposed to represent San Diego harbor? My friend and I were sooo tired because we had been without sleep for 27 hours and.. the few rocks and rake marks just struck us as funny.. so your write reminded me of that. it was a special time with my friend who is very special. Your write is special as are all of your writes. My first name is Merry but I changed it..my maiden name is Jolly and I guess my parents thought it was cute...I never did.. this time of year I took a lot of ugly teasing.. anyway I ramble..lovely write and I wanted you to know I stopped by...

Re: When It Becomes Zen (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 06:29:39 PM AEST
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carried by my friend the sky . The entire poem is so full iof images very thought provoking flowing and beautiful as well
Michelle

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