When you take a walk in mindfulness,
your feet performing one miracle after another,
your eyes filled with clouds and flowers of emptiness,
you will discover in sudden Satori a milkweed
trellised in spokes of a broken bicycle,
the gentle sea-sound of Interstate car-waves
washing your mind clear,
a garden snail's Diet Pepsi home,
a lanky condom looped over blossoming heather,
a plastic nalgene bottle perfectly thrown
in suchness next to a tulip.
Filled with sorrow, please remember:
this too is nature.
And when you pick it up, this too
is meditation.
No comments:
Post a Comment