Walk a path enough times
it becomes as close to you
as your own spine.
The perfumed mist of valleys at dusk
songbirds nestled in branches
the slow-stepping heron at the water's edge
become companions ---
familiar travelers in the Softly-Lit World
of Flowing Movement Without Grasping.
(c) 2017 / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com
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