Thursday, October 13, 2016

The Zen Gnau

If I could paint a Gnau
I would show it very bright,
sprouting hands and feet - and eyes of Light.
The Gnau is large, it fills near space
In space afar it has no place.
The Gnau is opportunity knocking
On the door of my mind in its waking.
The Gnau keeps pace with every ticking second
It looks back never, eyes only on the present.
It looks forward not, for now is all it’s got.
If I could paint a Gnau it could be seen
as the most marvelous creature that ever has been.

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