Sticks tap echoing rhymes
As frost penetrates
Seizing body’s warmth
Boots lightly crunch
Gravel’s frozen path
Legs fall into rhythm
Alone on mountain trails
Awareness falls away
Ghosting through the forest
Soft languid thoughts drift
Floating, detached, disconnected
Sun clouds shimmer
Disturbances push and pull
No one is in control
Bewildered by illusions
Footsteps find presence
In a joy of being
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