Excerpt from Book: Zen Flower Poem

A flower

Waiting to blossom

Does not sit

And wonder

Oh, no.  When shall I blossom?

When shall pollination come?

If it did

It would probably

Choke itself at the stem

And cease to exist

Instead, it lives


In the moment

Without recollection

Of the chore of its spawning

Or fear of its destiny

It is here now

I wrote this poem after taking a Hinduism, Buddhism and Tao class at NYU. I was impressed by the human struggle to stay present versus how plants, rocks and animals innately are in the moment. This poem is included in my book “Poetry for All Those Breathing”.

About Amy Marschak

I have been writing since I was little and found myself bored but yet still trapped in a classroom. So instead of staring out the windows at school, I would write poetry in the margins of all of my school notes. And in this way I could pass the time without having to listen to the teacher when they were being boring or depressing. A few of these poems are in my first book “Poetry for All Those Breathing” which is now in its Seventh Printing. Poetry has always been a way for me to be heard by my family. If I would simply state how I felt, I would frequently be ignored but if I wrote it as a poem, what I had to say would be listened to. Sometimes my parents would even cry when they heard my poetry.