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