
zen is
listening to the song
of the crows,
hearing my intuition;
flowing like a creek instead
of trying to force my way
through a rock—
zen is taking a deep
breath of the forest,
walking through the wildflowers,
getting lost as i count the stars;
zen is choosing myself
instead of the chatter
of the world—
zen is simply being,
drinking in life;
conscious of every action
and reaction,
but enjoying my journey
instead of comparing it to that
of others.
–linda m. crate
She is absolutely killing the challenge! How are you doing with the prompts?
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This is a nice poem.
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