On a walk between rain showers
gravel crunches,
thoughts whisper,
crows call.
With each step
whispering thoughts
grow softer
until
only the crunch of gravel
and the call of crows remain.
JDG
On a walk between rain showers
gravel crunches,
thoughts whisper,
crows call.
With each step
whispering thoughts
grow softer
until
only the crunch of gravel
and the call of crows remain.
JDG
Sounds like a walking meditation. 🙂
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