Are

The naked slumbering trees
have simple dreams
silent but fully sentient understanding
far beyond our stupid complexities
and supercilious entertainments.

Blanketed by a vast sea of twinkling flakes
under a mountain they meditate
beneath a capitulated blizzard they sigh
reaching far below the frozen earth in search of reassurance
stretching higher than winters past toward birdless telephone wires
as a pink dusk settles in the distance
their arms ache for gentle guests.

They meditate perfectly
They have already flowered
Only the world doesn’t know it yet
They are Zen
They are not Zen
Zen is a man thought about no thought.

The naked slumbering trees
have simple dreams
silent but fully sentient understanding
far beyond our efforts.

(part of the 2020 Repost Project)