The Act of Waiting

upon viewing the oracles they all say the same thing

that I know exactly what to do

I have the answers, the solution is in my hands

the image of the silent sitting figure

understanding the action required

in this situation is no action

no care, no worry

that wave over my body

flowing up through my head

it happens when they discuss my

problems without even knowing

it seems like forever since

I basked in solitude

the sacrifices have grown scarce

I've noticed my appreciation for language lately

words like "craving," "longing"

people keep asking me what's wrong

as if i knew and could tell them

I know Zen masters become

the act of sweeping

perhaps I am becoming

the act of waiting