Zen VIII
Death as an icon
is an Eye-con - yes - a lie;
yet it is Death.
Zen IX
Bend the mind around:
eternal questions are holes
filled with gravity . . .
Zen X
Some questions are grave;
grave is hunger never filled -
a lust eternal . . .
Zen XI
Become a mirror,
a reflection without form;
it will suck them in.
Zen XII
Walk without ego,
become a force of nature -
centered gravity.
Zen XIII
The arc toward Justice
is long yet sure, unless
I Am means nothing.
Zen XIV
Reflective Questions?
And yet: There Is Only One.
What will you give?
Zen XV
When all conspires
smile and applaud, for it will -
be in your favor.
Zen XVI
There are those who see
chaos has been harnessed
and random is no more -
. . . . . . . it is the Art of War.
© D. Winter
July 22, 2009
Tags: american, dissent, poetry, zen