Mountain Meditation
I am walking in silence,
listen to water and wind,
notice
the frost on the leaves in the shade,
the fivefold symmetry of the columbines,
the pica scurrying across the scree.
My feet follow
the rhythm of my breath
which, in turn, is molded
on the contour of the mountain.
My thoughts are
of breathing and walking,
breathing and walking
until I reach the summit
and realize
I spent the morning
in meditation,
every step
a prayer.
July 2, 2018
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