Zen
What is this ocean that I call home
In which on this journey, I conclude my rome
No further needed, for this is my zone
Where the sky meets the sea, crafting heavenly foam.
Cradled and hugged by the evil past ache
Slowly lifted and cured from my very own wake.
Explain no further; for my heart is pure
Head & soul combine; for they never truly were
The sparks & flames of feelings unchanged
Remind me and soothe the forever untamed.
Perfection purifies the lucrative cloud
Whom follows me at times when silence turns loud.
Carry me away; both my thoughts and my heart
Quickly before this dream falls apart.
I wrote this poem the moment my feet touched foreign soil for the very first time in the summer of 2013 in Costa Rica. Warm tears filled my eyes and drizzled down my cheek and goosebumps covered my body merely to remind me I wasn't dreaming. It was perfect, I was in a state of zen.
