Zen Master Poem by Barbara Nixon
Zen Master
Not a typical guru
of the rotund belly kind
doesn't perform mantras
nor practising the lotus.
the Zen is not inclined
No sweet scented candles
spread liberally round his pad
nor serene enchanting melody
drifting one to realms of bliss
the Zen not impressed with unappetising fad.
His throne he reigns with regal pomp
a peaceful uncluttered corner,
watching the players in constant motion
perpetual clamour and discord
knowing eyes of an ancient soul
his penetrative gaze an hypnotic potion.
By Barb Nixon
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5/9/2024 12:58:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It may be that Nadia is closer to the real thing than most contenders because she is not in transit to being a Master, or in process of earning recognition, or waiting for pupils. She just IS. And that lack of striving, that certainty I'm doing fine just sitting here! is so ZEN. Wordsworth called it WISE PASSIVENESS. Nadia just purrs.