Zen Life Poem #28

I am the one
who drinks his coffee
and hears the
morning sounds.
I do not count the days,
nor cling to the present.
And try and see a oneness
that is within all of us
What is this mind?
Some may ask.
A clear mirror,
ready and waiting.
I say.


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