Zen Mulling

My practice, perhaps like yours,
is a circularity
of study, meditation,
contemplation and writing.

Just anchoring thoughts, trying
always to fathom texts I
encounter, mulling over
new ideas that arise.

A selection of Zen Mulling poems from the website listed by title and first line:

Dream (The worlds we live in)
Span (What was reality before)
Stick (Escaping troubles)
Weave (The world is woven)
Words (So, what's wrong with words?)

Antidote (So, I have a choice)
Birds (Watching birds at the feeder)
Cup (When we both look at cup)
Ego (Seeds sprouting in deep)
Flower (Seeing a flower, we might)
Free (Only imagined)
Hook (Our eyes and ears)
Life (What I wake up to is not)
Maps (Our birth, was it like)
Me (What if t is imagination?)
Nothing (I see myself as)
Trap (Perception requires)
Visitors (Which mind am I in, bright mind)
Wave (All phenomena)
Words (So, what's wrong with words)
World (My world, conditioned by my)