Walk the Path

walk the path.

walk it again.
walk it with full awareness,
full presence. turn.
do it again.

walk the path.
do not think.
just walk the path
with full presence.

watch the arising of
ten thousand things

and their passing away.
turn.
do it again.

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As I was Walking…

…up and down beneath a tree,
whistling twittery birdsongs
that i heard for free,
a little bird done said to me:

“every bird sits in its own tree,
with its own song and its own tune.
the squrrels and insects chime in too,
each with its own song and its own tune.

“only you humans do not sing
with your own song and your own tune.
you copy each others tunes
and never sing your own.”

i said, “the no-tune is the best,
the one that holds all the others.”

he said, “bright, bright is the bobwhite
melancholy is the whipporwhil.
each bird sits in its own tree,
with its own song and its own tune.”