the winding path
leading upwards to
the Zendo,
as gravel and rocks
yield beneath footsteps.
a gentle rhythmic cadence
echoes against the hills
a symphony of crickets
harmonize with chirps and coo's
a still forest pond
reflects tall reeds
and age old trees
ducks quack and peck
at the ground
while mosquitoes feast
on my hands and head
the breeze from atop the
hill cools the light sweat
on my skin.
the sound of the han
reverberates in the valleys.
a silent presence pervades
this meeting of seekers
only to flow into
this unfolding presence
of constantly changing eternity.
1 comment:
So lovely... thank you!
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