A Valentine to Walking

A poem Madhuri wrote today

It’s kind of flying

Freed from computer and care

Hips invisible and silent

like wings

I take in the wild world

and the world half-tamed:

path and cobblestone,

field and breathing wood

– all husbanded, yet free

to sniff and waft and be

as cold as Goddess wills

as wet as anything

as mossy, mouldy,

lumpy and abrupt

as anything that spins out of

the Great Interior of Being –

I love to walk

under the endless sky

visited by Unknowing

in its sparkly affection

kissing me like mist does

Hebden Bridge, 14 February 2025 – photo by the author

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