The Art in Walking

 

 

 

Walking is not of here-to-there spaces

 

It is complying to the heart’s measured paces

 

Thereby disengaging the mind’s constant thinking

 

 

Walking requires senses to be linking

 

Carelessly upon the steps of rising and sinking

 

Fortunes and values casted upon the village
 

 

 

Walking out and away from the collector’s millage

 

That ravages the stores and consumes in pillage

 

Frees the dreaming mind’s untamed creatures
 

 

 

Walking is finding nature’s teachers

 

Allowing imaginations to form into fanciful features

 

So that the twisted forms become artful mazes
 

 

 

Walking is how one faces

 

The brain’s constant self minding

 

To become lost in the woods of finding