Zen Labyrinth

What if Zen gardens

Were mazes to trap the mind

In a song of stones

~ Henry Beissel

sand ripples fan out

as echoes of mindfulness

'mid designer rocks

concrete forms take shape

then erode into sandy

illuminant mounds

mica flakes glisten

gleam, glimmer in ghostliness

shimmer in the wind

nature without plants

only sand and rock rest here

haven for my thoughts

BIO

Adrienne Stevenson lives in Ottawa, Canada. A retired forensic scientist, she writes poetry and prose. Her work has appeared in over fifty print and online journals and anthologies in Canada, USA, UK, Europe, Australia. When not writing, Adrienne tends a large garden, reads voraciously, and procrastinates playing several musical instruments.

https://www.adriennestevenson.ca/

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