In My Mind’s Zen Garden

ever, so softly
cascading sounds of
soft metallic sensations
as wind blows quietly
around the corner, just on the
other side of the house…

windchimes

one shining column, had
fallen from a broken string
fallen from neglect
fallen from time’s natural
occurence

these old chimes
bringing back memories of time

in this reverie
that which is scattered
like random sounds
caressing my thoughts

in turn
through my life’s memories
random thoughts that flow
released to the wind

and my mind
feels this sense of isolation
imagery, of focused scenes
crystal clear
that float as if drifting through
the soft wisp of twilight…

one step above quiet, this
soft breeze that shapes and
stirs about the chimes in my mind…

in the zen of my emptiness
in the subtle movement of air

i seek quietude, to become
enlightened… from the random
sounds of windchimes through air…

and this peace i’ve found
was never so hard to reach…

as long as i stilled my mind
as long as i stood still

once i heard
the lonely sound
of chimes in the wind…

Copyright 2006 Carlos Rull