Hiking Zen – walking meditation par excellence
Tuesday, September 7th, 2010Pack up camp, fill our water bottles
hoist our packs
find our direction and path
comment on the weather and nice surroundings
chat about work and life
the ascent kicks in
gentle plod turns to paced uphill steps
trees are left behind, chat is left behind
the going gets steep and rough
concentrate on the steps
boots tramping on stone and mud
no, feet caressing the ground with each pace
footfalls, step, step, step
uphill
one foot after the other
the rhythm
observing the body working, the feet moving – as if from the outside
where is the self, where is the foot, where is the ground, the mountain?
the body is moving, the mind is still, what is “I”?
I am the footfall, I am the ground beneath, I am the rhythm
true nature.


