After all, it's Sunday.
Time for a walk
with no destination.
Amble just to taste what
it means to be a body,
sipping the milk of space.
Today is enough.
To live and to be
a pilgrim, ever-arriving
at the temple of Presence.
Once I would climb. Now,
bowing to the mountain,
I am the mountain.

Photo: Mount Tahoma seen on a walk
near my home.