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Walking Meditation

This arose out of a comment made by one of the Zen priests in my community during kinhin, or walking meditation, last night at the Dharma Center. He remarked upon the deliciousness of the sounds of kinhin in the zendo. Later that night CK remarked that kinhin at the Monastery, with the beautiful bamboo floors, that it sounds like a heartbeat.

And thus haiku arrises...

The sounds of kinhin --
Footsteps moving in rhythm.
The zendo's heartbeat.

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  1. love, love, love the haiku

  2. Thanks, E :)I used to write a lot of poetry… It is strange since I haven’t written hardly any in years. Just the occasional haiku.Haiku was the first form of poetry I learned about. Every once in a while one just starts to settle into my mind.

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