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ZEN ARCHER (7-23-96; along the banks of the Colorado River, Austin, Texas)
i string
my bow
set my arrow
draw
my line
then
let it go
ideas take flight
flow and strike
like zen
ray of sunlight
penetrating
passing cloud
i dream
a dream
of waters
summer green
waters
green river passing
passing flowing
under leaning
weeping willow boughs
leaning reaching out
dipping
long green
tendrils down
into passing rivers
green waters
tranquil flowing
flowing calm
beneath blue sky
as in
my minds
imaginations slide
i slip off
away
into green rivers
green waters
flowing
flowing floating
weightlessly away
on my back
looking up
at blue skys
fluid passive daydream
slipping
flowing by
looking up through
leaning
weeping willow boughs
dangling green
tendrilled curtains
reaching down
arced and falling
falling down
all around me
from willows dangling
tendrilled
leaf tips reaching
weeping down
in tender silence
gently touching
softly stroking me
as i
float down
green rivers
tranquil waters
flowing
flowing here
beneath blue sky
i float
in peace
in effortless grace
beyond green
weeping willows reach
seeing only
open blue sky
now
up above
weightless blue sky
high above
my silent floating
then i see
i am also
weightless cloud
high up in
blue sky too
quietly passing by
passively adrift
deep within
some timeless
blue sky dream
of earth
or mine
high up above
green rivers
flowing waters
green waters flowing
into deeper
peace
far here beneath
and yet
an inseparable
part of
platinum suns
freely shared contentment
from its own
shinning grace
penetrating
right through me
here
then in its
radiantly blinding face
i see
i am
the place
where arrow struck
as i was
arrow
and air
around me
through which
i flew
as i was
string
i too was
bow
as i was
tension
of my drawn
pull
in letting go
this arrow
i became
and was
as well
which gracefully flew
like sunlights
platinum flow
which penetrates
me here
within this passing
cloud i am
high up above
all earthly
woes
afloat in blue
sky peace
for now
weightless silent
here between
warm suns intimate
loving touch
and rivers waters
flowing green
ever flowing
quietly on
here just beneath
leaning weeping willows
reaching boughs
dangling tendrills
green
where i first
set my arrow
drew my line
pulled my string
then let
me go
wherein this
daydreams idea
first took flight
like countless others
not yet born
to spontaneously
unfold
into whatever
passive dreams
they too may
or may not
similarly become
through visions
feelings
thoughts or words
inspired
though soft
as moonlights glow
through either
spirit
or mystic eyes
perception
theyll flow
and fly
then strike
everywhere
yet nowhere
at times
when least expected
into their
own
becoming
like zen
or not like
zen
at all
no need
for any further
thought
nor definition
for much like
clouds
and dreams
which come
and go
for whatever time
however brief
or long
theyre here
the fact
remains
they simply are
and so
again
i string my
bow
set my
arrow
draw my line
then let it
go
let it flow
wherein
ideas take flight
flow then
strike
like zen
or not
like zen
at all
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