Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Zenith Zen

One step after another,
With feet feeling like lead,
As toward the peak, I gather,
My soul is waiting to be fed.
The top of the world feel,
The beautiful solitude,
In tranquility, I kneel,
Everything is perfectly tuned.
The blood and sweat, on the way,
Didn’t for a moment, matter,
In perfect harmony, I sway,
No thoughts, nowhere scatter.