Sweeping Zen

Clean out the house for springtime,

Sweep the floor

Let in the wind
That comes knocking at the door.

Who knows, some day we’ll find a cure
For cruelty, prejudice, cowardice
In patience and conscientiousness.

Clean out the house for springtime,

Sweep the floor

If cancer brings us face to face with passion’s crest
Let’s open our eyes a moment
Before we go the way the flies go, dust, manure

Clean out the house for springtime,

Sweep the floor

We can trust nothing, nowhere rests secure
Except in love, for love is limitless
Clean out the house for springtime,

Sweep the floor

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4 Replies to “Sweeping Zen”

  1. Sweeping is catharsis, brushing out old baggage, gathered up for better or for worse, making the doorstep clean for new insights and relationships. A spring clean, on the inside. More soon…

    Have a beautiful day!

  2. Funny how some thoughts are more akin to a chanting mantra than poetry, this one was in any case. May all be well with you, may you be happy.

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