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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

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

4 replies on “Sweeping Zen”

The power of the pen in our hand. . . . And the activities of the everyday.

Have a lovely weekend Lee. Andrea

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!

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