Zen Walk
Release the washing
and just set sail.
Born from hurt and from frustration,
the dirt upon you will never come clean.
The battle within the game
will play out the same – body parts
will deplete then start to pile.
Make an impression outside the circle,
foiling the laws that hold you in place,
declaring your place on the mound.
None of it is real
if you don’t want it to be.
Even death will not free you from
the heavy grip, not from the debt accumulating.
Only an angel’s vision, the one Jesus revealed,
only setting sail, releasing your assignment
will release you.
Simply love and let go
of expectation. Master
waiting, listening, waiting.
The animals know this –
taking, giving,
freely
void of gratitude
immune to resentment.
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Copyright © 2024 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “Our Poetry Archive” Poet of the Month, May 2024
https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2024/05/allison-grayhurst.html
https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2024/05/allison-grayhurst-interview.html
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Published in “Raven Cage Zine” March 2024
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1KziCD-bCLEHpu7HuqF-ipNutR-5Bf_Gx/view?pli=1
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