poetry, prose, and photography
A week; a moment
Blur of daylight into night
Flows into winter
In this world that values busyness, it’s hard to focus. Mindfulness consumed by the God of more, of efficiencies. It’s easy to lose sight of what’s important and end up losing far too much time focused on the wrong things. When our actions don’t build towards something greater, we lose so very much.
Facing down chaos
Though I spend time focusing
New demands arise
Begin each day strong
Focus on what you do well
Facing down your fears
Claiming my own mind
Seeking the truest power
Releasing all else
This is the deepest truth for students of Zen. Yet is hard to live this, at times, at least. Hence the need for constant practice and discipline. Mastering resisting our temptation to steal our future from ourselves.
As the mind quiets
The sound of nothing roaring
Emptiness fills me
My frenetic mind
Creating mad exhaustion
Stillness saving me
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Puzzlement
Flowing mind
Drifting across
Paper and electronic
Dreams.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 