Lori Boulard - Becoming Zen

cast my soul up to the sky
for I no longer need it
it was never really mine to begin with

ancient sequoias grown
the ocean undertow
all of one planet
my mother

thundering sky
sun and moonlight
watching me closely
my father

grand time has no scheme
for the moment is the key
find where it fits
open the door
and be

Lori Boulard

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/becoming-zen/