You make a right mess of my hair, Sarah,
You really do.
But it’s a comfortable mess: it brings me comfort.
It’s haphazard and effortless.
Bothe erattic and relaxed.
It’s the sort of mess for which the vain may strive
and perhaps the modest too.
So can I stop trying now?
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
Nature’s Beauty
A priest was in charge of the garden within a famous Zen temple. He had been given the job because he loved the flowers, shrubs, and trees. Next to the temple there was another, smaller temple where there lived a very old Zen master. One day, when the priest was expecting some special guests, he took extra care in tending to the garden. He pulled the weeds, trimmed the shrubs, combed the moss, and spent a long time meticulously raking up and carefully arranging all the dry autumn leaves. As he worked, the old master watched him with interest from across the wall that separated the temples.
When he had finished, the priest stood back to admire his work. “Isn’t it beautiful,” he called out to the old master. “Yes,” replied the old man, “but there is something missing. Help me over this wall and I’ll put it right for you.”
After hesitating, the priest lifted the old fellow over and set him down. Slowly, the master walked to the tree near the center of the garden, grabbed it by the trunk, and shook it. Leaves showered down all over the garden. “There,” said the old man, “you can put me back now.” – A ZEN TALE
Perhaps I am quite sightless.
Relevance understood would be well recieved.
However, I am for the ordinary and mundane.
The small and heartfelt.
I care.
As a note to my Dad, who will no doubt be reading this,
I MEANT to spell both with an ‘e’.
It’s a tribute to John Donne.
benji that comment is a bit…woah. em who is that person?
i don’t like the sound of that zen tale.
and why would they post it to your poems?
hmm..
I wish to elaborate on the comment I posted due to benji’s inquiry. First, I want to thank zaphodfreek for sharing his words. I enjoy reading blogs of various writers and at times feel inspired to respond. The Zen tale that I posted is a tale not written by myself; however a tale told among Taoist. Similar to a fable. Secondly, the reason for my post was due to the words of zaphodfreek when he posted:
“You make a right mess of my hair…
…It’s the sort of mess for which the vain may strive.”
I thought such a tale was relevant and wished to share the wisdom of the tale.
If I have offended anyone; I apologize as I was just sharing in the experience. – Adagio
No no. No offense.
Thank you for the comment.
apologies adagio.
I don’t know…I liked the tale. It made me smile. (Possibly because part of my education in the Japanese language takes me through a little Zen…)