Zen

i take to call him zen i talk talk to zen like to all the nature around me zen can you talk back to me there is a pause and i say zen can you talk back to me silence like the silence of nature are you dead or alive? i am such a bewildered dweller i talk to zen like i do to all the nature around me nature do you have a mouth talk back to me silence then this tranquil feel this feel of zen reacting to all nature, to me but no talk, just silence then i say zen well if you let me do all the talking? zen zen zen i know you will one day be more cruel, do the leaving, not a sigh, not a word so why dont you talk to me now? i talk to nature hoping it will talk back to me but like zen, it is all quiet, silence i even pull his leg, i say zen you have sprouted a mole, a wrinkle, a line here and there and i say you are smart and i suddenly feel a contentment manoevres him a little but then i ask again, and again zen is it my own ego boiling over? zen, zen please tell me till then you may stay the way you are