1,000 Year Old Poem - Mary Barror

[Larry Robinson]

1,000 Year Old Poem

In his hand,
a small book of Zen poetry
His strong voice
reading quietly
this one poem
Brings me into
the presence
of Cold Mountain
The Spiritual home
of the Immortals...
I am cleansed by the Spring
that flows from the mouth 
of the poet's rock
Amazed by the wonder
of Heaven and Earth's
Mystery !
No longer a  body of flesh
I become ONE with the wind
the glorious, pure, elements
of Nature !
for 1,000 years,
how did this poet's
treasured words
remain?
                 
	- Mary Barror