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You Can't "Learn Zen"
I try to capture the elusive moments
and beautifully describe,
To express the importance of everything
I try to rein in the thought clouds,
pull them from their flight through the blue sky
above the wide plains
But as I grab the words,
they evade my grasp
They have become possessed,
all swirling in a fierce tornado
I manage to magnetically pull a few out
I look up to them
The concept is in my mind
My subject matter as visible as a mural, abstract
Large as life, on the wall
of my CNS office.
Then the clouds make their escape
And the cyclone is still,
is no more...
Maybe I'll never be a poet,
Just a grasshopper.
