Walking Meditation
by Jeanie Greensfelder
I leave the world
and my worries,
walk the
wood-mulch trail that shifts
to sand. Buddhist
Thich Nhat Hanh
said we’re just one step from the
kingdom of heaven.
I say his mantra:
Oui, Oui, Oui, Merci, Merci, Merci.
Yes to going slow,
feeling the breeze.
Thanks to eucalyptus
trees
where migrant
monarchs hang
one from another
like beads on a string.
A kingfisher calls
and circles her pond.
At the bridge I
inhale rain-fresh air
A snowy egret
lands, fans her wings,
and steps into the
pond. Perfect stillness.
Time stretches. My
mind quiets.
The egret ignores
her ruffled feathers.
Focused, she waits
for food to near.
Her pointed beak
strikes, catches a fish.
And me?
I got what I came
for.

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