The Path of Contemplation
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I walked a long path today. Off in the woods nearby.
My dogs walked with me, and took side trails on the
sly.
A little trail becomes a deer trail, though the
eucalyptus and pine
The oxalis grows wild everywhere the covering that
binds.
Pine cones and eucalyptus bark curls make the path
look like a stream.
The sun came through the trees.. the gnats danced
happily to its heat.
Occasionally a mosquito flitted by and buzzed around
my ear.
I walked until I grew tired. Found a corral with a
couple of mules.
They all came to greet me, and blow at the dogs, and
dance as if to amuse.
I lay down among the trees weary. I contemplated the
sky.
Its almost like spring out today. Something to do with
the air.
I studied the oxalis leaves, almost like clover in
shape
I carefully dissected one, adding to its nape
Did you know when you fray the edges when you tear to
the core you add flexibility and capability for more?
There is beauty in the fractured leaves
Their structure not quiet symmetry
It holds its shape still
but can move to new shapes.
It makes me wonder why in people
we are attracted only to the virgin of spirit and mind
The best companions sometimes are the ones who
have the patina of the world on them
Who can flex and mold and move
who have fractures an occasional tear.
A short time later
A peregrine falcon flew overhead
Crying its indignation
At the intrusion into its stead
I traveled the path further
Walking back to a stream
We traversed the rocky crossing
another world it seemed
There were no tracks upon the ground
upon my first cross
When I came back just minutes later
A raccoons prints I saw
It seems that in this secret world
There are many secrets to unfold
And perhaps I am a secret as well
for others on the path
I found a pile of deer bones,
from fall last they seemed
small amounts of sinew
where all that assembled the frame
The bones had no smell
there was nothing left of the hide
A scapula was what alerted me first
I identified it easily with pride
It appeared the creatures of that hidden glen
had removed the rest of the deer
Had swallowed up the flesh
And left a sculpture of light ivory to decorate the
path
I journeyed back along the track
now tired and breathing more
It had been several hours since I started
I wanted it not to end
But tired I was and rest I needed
for on my body I depend
The forest path is barred now
A neighbor telling me the entrance closed
Apparently there has been crime
and this new rule imposed
I discovered hidden paths among
the deer paths in the trees
And now they will fall back to disuse
A memory or revisited through this prose
The path of contemplation: - 2-6-2001 Artimus
Copyright © Susan Manley | Year Posted 2023
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