Mowing as Meditation

I’ve written about it before Because it’s just so interesting The way the mind works doing mindless chores As I zigzag in and out of trees mowing the arboretum. Sometimes there’s a pattern I follow. But usually, it’s a sporadic dance Of split second decisions Weaving around as the moment dictates. Then sometimes something rare happens, Or rather doesn’t happen, And I find myself completely out of mind Mindlessly mowing, turning and twisting in random motion. And it’s in these rare moments That I find freedom, Or at least get a taste, Of what it’s really like to be free. I catch myself then of course, And return to some semblance of mindful mowing, I am after all merely human Human all too human. (7/6/24)