zen and suffering part 1

i sat in
mediation
for twenty five years
and for
twenty five years
i suffered.

a blank wall
and a back like
a snapped flag.
empty
and full
of nothing i wait
for my back to soften
like love i wait
for my wall to harden
like love.

full of nothing,
empty, a back
like a flag pole,
a wall like
a symbolic heart.
like love.

joy and suffering;
different faces,
the same thing.

a nearly translucent berry is mostly out of focus, its round edges in sharp contrast to its surroundings

Published by Zak

poetry of place. words in service of the wordless.

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