The Zen of Running
My world is sleeping and fragrant
with its musty green scent
on a cool and quiet morning
I run, therefore, I am.
I’m followed by a moon shadow
until the morning light.
The dark to dawn embraces me
with rays that bathe my eyes.
The rabbit, deer, coyote are
my ever present companions
watching me with wariness
on this bounding arid journey.
The sun is rising higher and
now running is my teacher
of what I can endure when
I am one with mind and body.
Oh, red mountain majesty please
transcend me to another place.
My thoughts drift in and out like
moving clouds in clear blue sky.
I gaze intently at my silhouette
as I focus on my feet, my breath,
my running meditation.
On the corner of Shining Star
a sweet breeze comes to save me
as the ravens lining up
seem to point which way to go.
On a road called Purple Sage
the signal for the end where
water never tasted so luscious
and now I own the day!
This is the joy, the Zen of running
on lonely paths and happy trails…
I run, therefore, I am.
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