I rise early
believing morning will lift
veil of doubt left the night before.
Certain doors are for negotiations, others
open to a cathedral, I
follow a path to the river
along a street , a row of houses,
lawns, well kept, each
with personal signatures: a statue
of Buddha on a pedestal, a grotto
of Virgin Mary, surrounded
by flowers, a boy,looking
so real, playing with a dog,
a small garden of sand and stones,
each expression has its
own origin, own story, meaning.
Walking creates a clearing
“to engage inquiry with curiosity”
each step, a drop of wisdom,
leading to a place
not for a faint heart.
Will you come with me
visit the Tiger’s Nest
walking the path?
note: I just finished reading an exquisite book, The Hare With Amber Eyes, by Edmund de Waal.