#ZenThanksgiving: A Prayer for Remembering

i move along a rain-soaked path pink tubular bodies stretch out in full prostration across my trail, beckoning: feel your heart into those feet, so every step blesses the earth. a few, once desiccated, now rehydrated, leave coiled graffiti-like impressions: life wuz here! keep it movin’! gravity relinquishes its pull on my body, offering it…