I was sitting
and there was no you
so I read
an old Zen thing
unopened a while
a bit of a
wednesday morning
a brave and a
hazardous hunt
look
see
Be
there was no you look, see, be .. spiritual and philosophical thought which speaks of the ego and the real and false self.. thank you very much dear poet. tony
There is a deep sense of simply being in this poem even in the midst of loss and there was no you It reminds me of the ancient Japanese Zen poets Thank you Curtis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is hard to express the simple and the complex self as well as your last three words. Genuine poetry, deeply impressed. TOM Billsborough