Have you heard of zen archery,
Where you shoot straight and narrow
By using all your strength of will
Until you become the arrow?
I used that logic on my roommate
And got him really pissed.
Alas, he’s no zen archer
‘Cause somehow he still missed.
Tag Archives: Zen
It Started Out Wise
Three wisemen sat on a log,
In contemplation of a bog.
The first wiseman said “if you will,
“Take a look at the rise of the hill.
“See its gentle, curving side
“Not so unlike my long-lost bride.”
The second wiseman inclined his head
To graying waters, and he said
“Think about this water, rife
“With pestilence, and yet with life.”
The third wiseman felt all alone
As he sat staring at his phone.
He wanted Christmas poetry,
Yet found the Daily Travesty.
The first wiseman, nostalgia found.
The second wiseman almost drowned.
The third wiseman followed the blog
As he sat with the others on a log.
The bog itself was still, unchanged.
This poem, however, is deranged.
Filed under Poems
Trouble Sleeping
I dreamt that I was sleeping
A dreamless sort of sleep.
Then my dream was invaded
By countless uncounted sheep.
I counted the invaders
And so fell asleep again.
This poem may be real or not,
But either way it’s zen.
Filed under Poems
Nature Talks
I walked through the forest
And asked a great tree
“How are you so great?
“Can you teach that to me.”
But the tree did not answer,
The great stupid jerk.
I packed up my stuff
And I drove off to work.
A week and some later
I walked on the beach
And I asked the great waves
If they had stuff to teach.
The waves answered “shh”
As they crashed on the shore,
And I left, disappointed,
To the city once more.
Then finally I strolled
O’er a mountainous peak
Hoping to hear
The big pointy rock speak.
And I finally listened
To its silent reply,
And at once understood,
And I high-fived the sky.
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