The presence of a thought appeared this morning,
Fresh and crisp as if it was ironed out completely,
I wonder how this thought came into my psyche,
When the thought went away, I was in mourning.
This thought appeared initially dusty and worn,
As if lying somewhere completely old and withdrawn,
It was from the dark mind of insidious scorn,
Today the mind decided it was to be re-born.
So back to the same old thought I travelled again,
On this trip I went on the journey with the thought,
And then I came to clarity in a flash of zazen,
Stillness and stability of mind that I finally caught.
From the depths of a soul, creativity is born and is able to blossom into a tree scattered with sweet fruit. Creativity creates change.
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