Living Zen Life

The long ritual of mourning
is a mystery and a way.
Not to recover from loss
but to awaken to life
where memory lives
and loss enriches the soul.

Old spiritual mores
that once informed sacred traditions
acting to guide through life's liminal spaces 
are lost. We must find our own ways.

In time I will set my feet under me
step again onto the path
the one I lost in my headlong rush 
to be done with all that
yet the Way did not lose me.

I will find my way
by taking the time I'm taking
sitting still breathing 
watching with branches and leaves 
the fullness of spring arrive.
No more headlong rush
into places I've fallen.
When my waters have settled
becoming still and clear once again
then I may take another step.