Zen is a meditative state. As a poet in Zen we all write Zen Poetry. All poets who are in love with the Craft of Poetry are welcome to contribute their poems.
A river flows by Do those water drops ever come back? No.
Time passes Can we go back to the past? No.
A human is born Can we live forever? Never. He will die.
And when he dies, does this body stay the same? No. It rots worms eat it. It deforms. Isn’t this just the law of nature?.
And honestly, It’s beautiful Because can we human control anything at all? No, we can’t.
Yet look how much we try to make this rotting Body look beautiful. What if our battery suddenly runs out tonight? What happens? Just think about it.
It will happen one day, Maybe its, not our time yet. But remember this: Every year, when we celebrate our birthday, It just means we got one year closer to our death.
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Zen is a meditative state. As a poet in Zen we all write Zen Poetry. All poets who are in love with the Craft of Poetry are welcome to contribute their poems.
Wonderful poem, though, perhaps somewhat morose. I loved it, but I choose to look at my passing as giving energy back into the universe and the world around me. Not as rotting.
