Zen

Zen is,

me standing in the meadow 

being close to my

Grandmother again,

talking with her,

being with her.

Zen is,

the morning cup of coffee,

you didn't spend an arm and a leg to get.

It's that fresh caffeine

that you inhale with every sip.

Zen is the

good morning kiss

the baby sunlight gives you,

the morning dew on the grass while 

you leave for work,

the hesitant patience you feel in traffic.

It's the lullaby

you start to hum to yourself

when you get made

Or

when a young one scrapes their knee.

Zen

Is zen

the word you've based

this poem on

yet

you already knew that.

It's the being super in touch,

in touch with life

in touch with feelings and emotions.

Zen

is the compassion

that's felt between two

that are in love.

Zen is that love.

Zen…

In the simplest metaphor

resilience, everyone, needs.

Zen is the joy

that's felt when test grades come back good,

low grades come back high

And

high grades stay that way.

Now you define Zen