Zen: The Tale of
Recently, I joined
The Liberation Army.
My garden will help.
I see within them
Promise, fear, hopelessness, change,
A bright, shining hope.
I strike at the ground
With my spade and with my hoe
Tilling the soil.
Seeds of the future
Grow inside my garden now--
They may blossom soon.
Through many battles
I am led, by kings and pawns--
Chess game of ages.
They ask for my soul,
I give them my eternal
Heart to end the war.
Grief, loneliness, tears
Destruction, devastation,
Flames lick at my soul.
It does not tire--
Never does my heart cease to
Beat for a just cause.
Near the end of war,
I find solace in simple
Pastimes and callings.
I remain right there,
To give the castle flowers--
I hope they bloom too.
The end of my tale
I hope you enjoyed it all
I have no regrets.
The End
