Zen life poem # 10

Surely the morning sun,
I thought….
would melt away
many kinds of suffering.
And gently smile the heavens.
But the feast of the dead,
still lingers – dancing
over withered fields.
How long will this go on?
Tendered by your love,
my depths are still greater.
A new spring growth,
looking inward then outward.
And never walking the
universe alone.

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