What Surrounds

Walking in a cool forest

Safe from the heat of the day,

the buzz of cicadas,

the soundtrack of the woods,

Scattered beams of light thru the canopy,

Komorebi,

Sunlight trickling thru the leaves

In the shape of glowing Saints,

The canopy, a stain glass window to the sky,

tracing the inlet of light

Like pointing out mountains in the clouds.

This walking meditation

brings me a feeling of transcendence

That is always accessible,

Refuge is not far

If you can allow the massive height of the trees

and the immensity of nature

to humble you.

Seeing their place

Is knowing your place.

If you can allow the singing birds

and chirping bugs

to open your ears,

If you can let the crunch of the leaves underfoot

and kicks of earthy-dirt off your feet

to provoke your sense of smell,

Then you may know

the condition

of what surrounds.