Living Zen Life

Comparing days is futile
one day better than another
when eyes feast on them all?
A spring evening such as this
when clear sky opens to setting sun
breeze lifting lowering branches
is pleasure beyond compare.
I do compare, sad mortal am I.

To see such lights and eve as this
think summer heat and winter chill the less?
Yet! Sensual autumn birthed by summer
falling golden leaves of spring
ancestors of a thousand seasons past
as I, ancestor of a thousand moons.
So it is that I am a spring sweet evening
soon a sailing autumn leaf.