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

Present

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”.

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