Zen

  • Quiet on a Hill

    I close my eyes, my foot on a chair. Pots clang. Time flashes, bright and loud. Could there be just me and the stars? Me and my hands on dry earth? My heart glows at the thought. And I run,… Continue reading

  • The Answer

    The answer waits for me in the silence  between the question and the first thought that comes to my mind.   Continue reading