Zen Poems of Lust and Enlightenment

by Salvatore Celiento

Sitting quietly,


thoughts wander to scenes of naked bodies.


Dark clouds appear,

letting go of all the rain.

Joy, sorrow,

Are no different, in the night sky.


Lovely lotus blossom,

Flowering despite the water’s chill.

Tender petals unashamedly open

As the dragonfly savours your sweet fragrance…


No birth,

No death:

Tiger daring to be.

The sound of rain against stone…