Father and Me
From the Forest of Bamboo, the paths
Lead to a small hut built for tea.
We are offered an unknown delight
Which we call the Zen cookie.
The tea served appears
As frothy green as the moss which
Line the paths of the forest.
Sip by sip the tea dwindles.
Arigatou we say, we have to go.
Down a rocky way
And to the right leads us to a place of peace.
Take your shoes off and
Please don’t fall asleep the signs read.
I have not the slightest idea how
One could sleep in the loudest quiet known to me
For I am left with my thoughts
Slamming into my conscious
As if they were jackhammers pounding the streets
For me it seems my peace is loud.
I leave with a new understanding
Of what Zen can be.
Sitting silent amongst the shaking leaves,
Just my Father and me.