Zen is a way of being and can be seen as a state of mind. I think for Blake it is seeing ‘the world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower’. For Eliot it could be ‘at the still point of a turning world.’ For Frost’s ‘Two Roads’ it is taking the one less travelled’ For Michael he suggests it is the moment at the bottom of the driveway when he is out and on his morning walk.
My zen moment this day was watching a single tawny leaf on its journey. And all I could do was breathe out slowly . I felt a sense of everything and nothing. It could be like my heart and gut just connected very satisfyingly. And so I wrote. . .
a tawny leaf
lived its time
served its purpose
takes its leave
its fluttered spin
by the earth
Photo taken by Elizabeth Keating-Jones