Forward, forward.
Lying, dying.
But never back.
Encased by winter.
But still of a flower’s mind.
That which blossoms,
sows the seeds of paradise.
And the lantern is no more.
Zen Life Poem #17
Forward, forward.
Lying, dying.
But never back.
Encased by winter.
But still of a flower’s mind.
That which blossoms,
sows the seeds of paradise.
And the lantern is no more.
A Wandering Poet 