Before the Zen


Long before the Zen,

there was always a prophet

piercing the deep with his eyes.

Before the time of monks living in caves

crying out to the sky for deliverance

there was a woman’s heart

crying out for answers

holding her child



The humanity within us still longs,

still cries out – sometimes

alone. Still searching the sky

for answers, for a connection

with the divine.


And sometimes we take that photo

write that poem, or paint

the colors ingrained.


It is the essence,

the magnificence

of the human


Longing to understand.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”


11 thoughts on “Before the Zen

    1. Thank you Belinda! We are human and do want to know the whys. Sometimes it is simply a matter of being connected, without the answers. Peace my friend and rich blessings.

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