zenishness

we think of times gone by
and often wonder why
we dwell upon the past
and good things never last

we ponder on them when
those blue times come again
so then we go away
from another lovely day

nothing is so easy now
forgetting all is how
before you can have anything
you must first have nothing

a cup fully filled
is a cup to be spilled
a soul must always empty be
to soar and dream alive and free

seated quietly so detached
away to where all's unmatched
so each fall free and slip the slide
its all a mental ponyride

1983