Walking Meditation


Taking a walk on a cool spring morning. I loaf and I invite my soul to loaf contemplating a spear of summer grass. This may seem like a contradiction. I contradict myself? Very well I contradict myself. I am large and I contain multitudes.


I like to get off the beaten track when I’m walking. I like to walk in solitude. I don’t like to run into people. Walking in the city is different. In a big city like New York or Philadelphia your solitude is protected in a cloak of anonymity.


The sound of the dragon fly singing in the withered tree comes to my ear.


Life is like a drop of dew on a blade of grass.


I stop beside the still waters to restore my soul.


I lie down in the green pasture to pass the time.

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Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil.


My rod and my staff they comfort me.

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You prepare a table before me…

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My cup runs over…

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Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me the rest of my days.