Thursday, December 5, 2013

Tess Gallagher: "Walking Meditation with Thich Nhat Hanh"

Fifty of us follow him loosely
up the mountain at Deer Park Monastery.
We are in the slow motion of a dream
lifting off the dreamer's brow. Steps
into steps and the body rising out
of them like smoke from a fire
with many legs. Gradually the flames
die down and the earth is finally under us.
Inside the mountain a centipede crawls
into no-up, no-down.

Our meditations
waver and recover us, waver
and reel us in to our bodies
like fish willing at last to take on the joy
of being fish, in or out of the water.
When we gather at last at the summit
and sit with him
we know we have moved the mountain
to its top as much as it carried us
deeply into each step.

Going down is the same.
We breathe and step. Breathe,
and step. A many-appendaged being
in and out of this world. No use
telling you about peace attained.
Get out of your feet.
Your breath. Enter
the mountain.

"Walking Meditation with Thich Nhat Hanh" by Tess Gallagher, from Dear Ghosts: Poems. © Graywolf Press, 2008.  

Image credit: "Walking Meditation III," print by Jenny Waelti-Walters (originally color).


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