ZEN
A Poem by Rene Velez
My
fingers drumming steadily on the table,
I am in a zone of Zen,
clear of
mind but not focused, just a blank stare of oblivion,
my
other hand holds a pen... Likened to a samurai before duel or death
only the now is left to mock the present,
seconds to render it's beauty at best I engage in my quest
I seek the majestic in my mental plain of creativity
connecting
spiritually, the body physically weak in my art,
words possess the
strongest form Here is where I find my heart, unguided, I will find my way...
© 2011 Rene Velez
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Ah... and here I find that Champion of The Pen. :)
Posted 12 Years Ago
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I find myself there every time before I write. Nice job man!
Posted 12 Years Ago
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Great write Rene--Aidz you beat me to it!
Posted 12 Years Ago
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FIRST!!!
As always Rene a kewl and superb write :)
Posted 12 Years Ago
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