Letting the mind go,
letting the pen, the breath,
the movement of images in & out
of the mouth
go calm, go rhythmic
as the rise & fall of waves,
as one sits in the lotus position
over the world,
holding the pen so lightly
that it scarcely stains the page,
holding the breath
in the glowing cage of the ribs,
until the heart
is only a living lantern
fueled by breath,
& the pen writes
what the heart wills
& the whole world goes out,
goes black,
but for the hard, clear stars
below.
Zen & The Art Of Poetry
Erica Jong
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Poem topics: rise, clear, mouth, mind, hard, cage, movement, black, lotus, position, heart, world, breath, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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