Zazen
Monday, 30. March 2009, 14:56:39
Zazen
In this country 1st of May is also fêted, by workers that stay at home.
So in the morning, reception redirects us with a voucher to a bakery,
across the road. There with warm croisant in hand, and hot black coffee,
on the window counter, we watch the travellers prepare their rucksacks,
or their bikes, for yet another day on their pilgrim road. The shells,
on walking staff a sure sign of their path and its final destination.
Ours leads a different way, as we drive out of town, Schubert guiding us,
through climbing, swerving lanes, young green leaves on birches, filtering
sunlight into a golden haze, until we reach the tree limit, and the asphalt
becomes gravel. Rough-edged mountains, villages deep inside the valleys,
are the vistas from the sanctuary at the top. But my mind and soul, disturbed
by recent things, drift beyond the furthest range, as if to fuse with another one.
March 2009
In this country 1st of May is also fêted, by workers that stay at home.
So in the morning, reception redirects us with a voucher to a bakery,
across the road. There with warm croisant in hand, and hot black coffee,
on the window counter, we watch the travellers prepare their rucksacks,
or their bikes, for yet another day on their pilgrim road. The shells,
on walking staff a sure sign of their path and its final destination.
Ours leads a different way, as we drive out of town, Schubert guiding us,
through climbing, swerving lanes, young green leaves on birches, filtering
sunlight into a golden haze, until we reach the tree limit, and the asphalt
becomes gravel. Rough-edged mountains, villages deep inside the valleys,
are the vistas from the sanctuary at the top. But my mind and soul, disturbed
by recent things, drift beyond the furthest range, as if to fuse with another one.
March 2009
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WIDGETIZE
solid copper # 30. March 2009, 19:07