i like the silence at the lake
as little insects dance
plunging their little legs
every now and then
to create tiny swirls of ripples
the convulsive smile of a little child
as mom carresses him
head to toe
i like the frog on the lily pad
a haven for meditation
his eyes fixed onto sky and clouds
as it zooms onto zero thought
a zen monk in his familiar garden
that perceives himself
that enviable space
between god and creation
that space where nothing exists
until he said 'Let it Bet'.
i like the peace and calm
when the tiniest life is amplified
when the senses are sharpened
to every sound, sight, and action
when one finds oneself psyched
into the creative well of divinity
Very nice, John. Check the use of the word 'little.' Perhaps you could find some other words so you don't use too many in one poem. Just a thought. Raynette
I really enjoyed the image here John. Beautiful. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully written!