Zen Hunting
Having failed to obtain enlightenment
In more conventional ways
The once observant Buddhist Monk
Chose to discard the spice fragranced robe
To disregard the frowns and pointing fingers
And take up hunting
Thereafter, in his quest for seemingly even more
Elusive pleasures
He wandered aimlessly, until by chance
In the guise of a wandering Fish Monger
He stumbled upon an aesthetically pleasing graduate
Of similar and significantly satisfying disposition
Whereupon he settled down and grew accustomed
To domesticated bliss
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Pretty much the story of my life so far...
- Category: Love
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Comments4
What a delightful thing to say, and how very kind too.. nothing lasts forever though, does it......Many thank you's on their way... N
Your Spirit can be fond in many ways. I know that My Spirit is always with me and it is nothing to do with a particular religion. I do hope that you bliss stays with you. Good write.
thank you
thanks for the tip... N
Growing accustomed to pleasure of bliss sounds like the monk though dis-robed had found his Nirvana - -and I agree the wait for enlightenment can be better endured with an aesthetic mate - - your poetry Nev describes life so clearly with all its surprises - yet throws in a slice of intrigue which I like. Good last read of my day so Bon nuit mon ami and sleep well ...........x from Fay
You really are most kind dear Fay... a tale told as was and is.....
Neville
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