Zen up and over, zen around, zen traversing deer trails through forgotten forests. Deluge at hand but it worries me not. Circumnavigating large bodies of water that spread out like tail feathers. Lightning flashing and thunder clapping. Wild dog in his element. Rain coat and sandals, a middle way 'cause the heavy drops encourage your feet to keep on going to that's where. Sky above the storm too bright, too intense for these eyes. Deliberate ignorance to such heavens is best for the hiker who wants nothing more. Motives nil, keep the mind focused on the next step to that's where. Pebbles between feet and soul tell me I'm on the right path, following on the heels of forever, but only feeling the dirt and the water and the electrically charged air.
Poem: James Gagnon
Painting: "
Plastic Beach Nudes 14," by
Vangobot
