ZEN* works with nothing at all*
The wind comes from above the tree tops
It whips all around and seems not to stop
It knows of the direct route to always be
This is how it goes through life, so liberated and free
With this known, it carries no anchors, labels or face
It just knows without knowing through its own space
Forever may it be in life as this is the way it goes
The direction it has become as it does blow
No separation in this, it combines without being apart
Whatever it touches in its way, makes the blank canvas its art
Then out of nowhere it disappears but will only come back again
For this kind of wonder could only be the workings of ZEN*
Dom*Colucci 2013
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