Zen Living

Posted on March 24, 2016 by

Time moves forward, despite all my desperate attempts to hold onto what is right now. The trees outside my window spring forth with emerald tendrils, the golden acacia unfurls in spires of circular sunlight. Life, in all its extraordinary ordinariness, pushes forth. If I had great patience, I would stand still, and practice living in the moment. I would pause, breathe, and let the whirlwind of life pass over me.

When I feel overwhelmed, I turn towards nature and beautiful language. This exquisite poem is from Poetry (July 2001).

zen living

Zen Living

BY DICK ALLEN

Birdsongs that sound like the steady determined tapping
of a shoemaker’s hammer,
or of a sculptor making tiny ball-peen dents in a silver plate,
wake me this morning. Is it possible the world itself can be happy? The calico cat
stretches her long body out across the top of my computer monitor,
yawning, its little primitive head a cave of possibility.
And I’m ready again
to try and see accidents, the over and over patterns
of double-slit experiments a billionfold
repeated before me. If I had great patience,
I could try to count the poplar, birch and oak
leaves in their shifting welter outside my bedroom window
or the almost infinitesimal trails of thought that flash and flash
everywhere, as if decaying particles inside a bubble chamber,
windshield raindrops, lake ripples. However,
instead I go to fry some bacon, crack two eggs
into the cast-iron skillet that’s even older than this house,
and on the calendar (each month another oriental fan
where the climbing solitary is dwarfed . . . or on dark blue oceans
minuscular fishing boats bob beneath gigantic waves)
X out the days, including those I’ve forgotten.

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Comments: 6

  • Glenda

    March 24, 2016

    A beautifully written piece and how I enjoyed today…a morning walk, and then afternoon writing in a majestic courtyard. It felt good to lift my head from my work to take in nature.

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    • Jennifer Wolfe

      March 24, 2016

      Oh what a lovely day, Glenda! Sounds perfect to me. Glad you were able to lift your head and still take time to comment here.

      Reply

  • Susan Ito

    March 24, 2016

    Thank you. Exhaling. I really needed to see this today! Found you via Women of Midlife. Your blog is wonderful.

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    • Jennifer Wolfe

      March 24, 2016

      Susan, thank you. I need to be reminded to exhale myself. I’m so thrilled you enjoy my blog and look forward to having you in my writing community.

      Reply

  • Alana

    March 24, 2016

    I’m re3ading this post in my backyard now, as strong winds blow. I hear the wind chimes, and birds. Spring is wonderful.
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    • Jennifer Wolfe

      March 24, 2016

      Alana that sounds so blissful. I just drove up to the Sierras and the air is crisp and the sky is blue. Spring is majestic, isn’t it?

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