Walking
Meditation
the
bird calls. we rise
from
mat and pad
and
follow its path.
robes
swish and sway.
a
light wind runs along arms.
step
in single file
circle
the Buddha who sits
unmoving
in the middle,
bird
perched in a branch.
round
the labyrinth
silent
at centre.
we
shape an outer ring.
hoop
the zen garden
where
bird lights on a rock.
wing and
feather led, we
loop
back to the hall
where
we sink onto mats
still
as the candle wick.
and
all the while, between gongs,
we
have sat here not moving
under
rain on the roof.
yet
we find Buddha.
labyrinth,
zen garden
all inside
us now
after
the imagined
ankle
flex, arm swing shuffle
follow
of the bird.
Dorian
Haarhoff
Aug 08