The slowly moving feet in line are walking in the room;
the breathing in, the breathing out, the peacefulness of home.
My feet are placing themselves carefully on the boards,
our path is along the edge of the room to the turn,
along the edge of the room to the turn,
along the edge of the room to the turn.
My eyes are seeing the growing eucalypt through this window,
my eyes are seeing the eroding hills through this window;
my eyes are seeing the feet behind me reflected in the glass case.
The slowly walking feet in line are quiet in the room,
the breathing in, the breathing out, the preciousness of home.
We have always been walking in this room,
we are walking for ever in this room.
Restlessness is pulling me away.
Returning is knowing right now, here is the only place to be.
In other rooms and on the earth walking is happening;
walking is always happening somewhere,
we are global walking meditation.
The slowly moving feet in line are peaceful in this room.
Beloved brother John walks with me today;
the feet of Buddha, and the feet of Jesus, walk with us today;
the breathing in, the breathing out, the sanctity of home.