Love and Zen
When there is caring, there is also sight
That sees what's wrong as well as what is right.
And if there's power, there is action then,
And if there's not, the old familiar plight...
In each tradition, seers prophesied,
To draw attention to the problems tried...
A few succeeded and were honored men,
But most were laughed at, shunned or vilified.
There is compassion and there's cruelty.
And both of these, so many will not see.
And those who do, no matter how or when,
Are then accused of lacking sanity...
We're born and live and love and wonder why
Our fellow men embrace the easy lie.
The truth is there for those who care to ken.
Some care and try – but then it's time to die...
But this is not a paradise, this Earth,
In which, in pain, we each are given birth.
Yet there is love and there is also Zen.
Let's practice both – and then return to dirt.
We've some who only see in black and white.
They swing from love to hate, from ease to spite.
But others note the shades of gray and then
In brightness see the dark – in darkness, light.
2013 July 17th, Wed. Brooklyn Notes:
1. The word “men” is used as shorthand here for “men and women”, to keep the rhyme and meter.
2. The Japanese word zen (Chinese chan) derives from the Sanskrt dhyana, which may be translated in English, depending on the context, either as attention or as meditation (deep, relaxed attention, especially the quiet observation of one's own body-mind in the present moment, beginning, for example, with the breath).