Trail-foot: journeying on the path to freedom

Soft melodies perform

through the tepid air,

strumming a song of divinity;

the parlor sky opens

into the vast unknown.

The contact of the foot

amid the soft, invisible

vibrations of the earth

kissing back with each step.

Leaning into freedom,

caressing the bare ether,

as a dance of strong softness

unfolds into the atmosphere.

A return to formlessness,

the self becomes no-self,

magnetized with the moon,

reflecting unshaved branches;

as water defines its journey.

At once, unrecognized

and all-knowing.

Each steep climb

brings knees towards feet,

head towards the sky;

the beating heart

chimes for more.

More time, more space,

more paths to freedom,

a journey

never-ending...

magically experienced.

Cheers!

Kether

Spunky Mind

"The world is it's own magic."

Shunryu Suzuki