Move. Don’t just walk
You have been walking for miles, days and years
Haven’t you?
It’s not the same , you know – Walking and moving.
Some movements, happen, when being absolutely still, also
And you can walk a thousand miles -And yet, not move an inch – Inside
Movement is the essence. Nature is constantly moving .
Even you don’t see or notice it.
Funnily none of your knowledge, your reading,
will be of any use, if you don’t move.
Two legs and open eyes to see with will suffice
Move… Walk alone if you must.
Across the land, the puddles, mountains or through forests.
You are nobody, to the stones, the trees that watch you
The hills that you sigh at, or the prickly blanket of wet grass
Beneath your bare.. soft vulnerable feet.
You are no longer a role or a status, not even a person perhaps.
But a body, a body that feels the nip in the air, the burning of eyes with the smoke
The involuntarily wincing as you tenderly walk on sharp stones on the paths
The caress of long blade of grass and gentle tickle of the flower that fell on you
When you move and walk, the world has neither present nor future:
nothing but the cycle of one foot in front of the other.
mornings and evenings.
Always the same thing rhythm- But, never the same music.
Move.
Lest your head, and heart be left behind, In the hurried walking.
And you catch yourself lost,
having left behind parts of you on the path.Like in comic strips
Except – It not funny anymore
All that is really important is
this one pure moment of movement
Do not let it slip away
Unlived, unfelt, unnoticed, unmoved and unused.
~ Rhea Dsouza
