Foot

upon

path.

Let us walk among the trees.

They are the first shrine

temple

sangha

hermitage

church.

 

Let us breathe deep

as if our own chest were a vast valley between mountains

being filled up by silken clouds on a breeze of holy intent.

 

Like the essence brought forth from the polished rice in saké,

the Golden Spirit of Life is within us all.

 

Oh, but how we hide the light.

Oh, but how we hide from our Great Life.

Oh, but how the world,

with its incessant need to mold us,

becomes a false, wavering mirror

that has even the most ardent of Travelers

doubting the glimmer they've been carrying

since the very beginning.

 

Like the essence brought forth from the polished rice in saké,

the Golden Spirit of Life is within us all.

It must be properly harvested

soaked

steamed

matured.


(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Walking Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com

sound: Acacia + Arbor Vitae / Tree of Life / Loren Nerell and Mark Seelig

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