Mindfulness 8/4/2010

Mindfully walking through a park in the present moment. A rare thing. Nothing fancy, just observations

I walked for the first time today,
going nowhere in particular,
coming from nowhere but the past,
just walking.
One step before the next,
slow, yielding, relaxed,
my toes dragging through the grass,
nowhere but in each perfect moment.
I passed by people of all types,
in my slowness, my oneness,
I found myself on each of their levels,
without the rush, the tension,
I found my mind less active, acceptant.
I let my hands rest in my pockets,
feeling the warmth of my body.
My head sat relaxed, my face content,
legs pendulous and soft,
breath flowing in and out,
deep and purposeful.
I felt each step touch down,
roll, and take my weight.
Bees busied themselves in the grass,
guls soared and called out,
the sun beat warm on my forehead.
I counted as my stomach rose and fell.
The cool breeze blew around my ears,
carrying the smell of the river.
Girls lay on the grass,
I smiled at a crow.
The tractor worked slowly back and forth,
still I heard the blades brushing my shoes.
An over-excited dog bounded up,
tail wagging, eyes bright,
my feet rolled round carefully.
My enthusiastic friend brought me a toy,
a blue sack with a tail,
I chuckled on.
The breeze continued to whisk away tension.
I decided the concrete lacked substance,
and stepped back onto the grass,
as the smell of meat flowed into my nostrils.