restoring memory

On this Sunday without Sangha, a memory from last year (27 Nov 2015 — the day after Thanksgiving) popped up on my Facebook newsfeed. A verse inspired by a beloved park trail where I’ve logged countless miles in a walking-running-praying meditation and, a hundred times over, awakened curiosity and understanding and mapped pathways toward reconciliation….

#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…