Walking Meditation Food for the Soul

I had the great honor of doing an Inner Constellation session outside the other day. Thank you to the angel who blessed me many times over during our time together--you know who you are. In gratitude....

                                                                Walking the Veranda 

©2014 Karla Johnston, InnerConstellation.com

What if the Ultimate speaks in metaphor,

in a language meant for me?

What if I walk,

nowhere to go, nowhere to be,

no destination—

the Unknown my teacher?

Slow down, 

coordinate steps to breath

and offer my attention.

Attention to what?

To Life: yellow breasted bird who sings pure sunshine,

tingling of my skin as I receive her warmth,

Juniper branches rising, falling 

in an intimate dance with the breeze,

chipmunk, dashing, jumping, 

projecting patterns of mind,

drone of traffic noise a steady backdrop,

returning me.

What if the Ultimate speaks in metaphor,

and I—
I  walk this Pureland, 
training my ear 
to hear
this love song
sung for me?