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fr uits of the WINTER RETREAT<br />
Deer Park Walk<strong>in</strong>g Meditation<br />
Hundreds of feet softly kiss<strong>in</strong>g the earth.<br />
M<strong>in</strong>dful <strong>full</strong> moon dance<br />
by children of celestial light<br />
whose source crests from beh<strong>in</strong>d<br />
peaceful Deer Park’s hidden mounta<strong>in</strong> saddle.<br />
Dark night’s cotton-cloud haze<br />
illum<strong>in</strong>ated by one, then two lunar r<strong>in</strong>gs.<br />
Most suddenly, poof<br />
–focused concentration exits.<br />
Enter, monkey m<strong>in</strong>d’s desire,<br />
try<strong>in</strong>g to force the sky, moon and r<strong>in</strong>gs<br />
to be as one.<br />
Breath<strong>in</strong>g calm, relaxed,<br />
community proceeds up dark, rocky path<br />
–noble teacher and sangha<br />
answer<strong>in</strong>g the silent moon’s call<strong>in</strong>g;<br />
listen<strong>in</strong>g,<br />
lett<strong>in</strong>g go,<br />
liberat<strong>in</strong>g separation,<br />
stopp<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
Hundreds of eyes gaze<br />
towards moon’s glow<br />
that gently reflects with their forms.<br />
Moon, sangha and my perception,<br />
chilly shadows among valley and sky,<br />
dance joyously <strong>in</strong> love,<br />
harmoniously <strong>in</strong>ter-be<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
David Nelson, Compassionate Guidance of the<br />
Heart, lives and practices <strong>in</strong> Flagstaff, Arizona.<br />
photo by Tamara Buchanan<br />
photo by Emily Whittle<br />
Confessions of<br />
a Shoe Thief<br />
by Lucy K<strong>in</strong>gsley<br />
Well, so much for m<strong>in</strong>dfulness. I go to the small meditation hall<br />
to return a cushion. I leave my shoes outside. I go <strong>in</strong> and leave the<br />
cushion. I come out of the hall and put shoes back on to go down to<br />
d<strong>in</strong>ner.<br />
Dur<strong>in</strong>g d<strong>in</strong>ner I sit <strong>in</strong> the back of the hall with friends. A woman<br />
makes an announcement that someone took her shoes from outside<br />
the small meditation hall, a pair of size six black clogs. Now she has<br />
a pair of white size seven and a half Nikes. She would like her own<br />
shoes back.<br />
Realiz<strong>in</strong>g I went to the hall <strong>in</strong> my Nikes and not <strong>in</strong> my black<br />
clogs, I now understand that I am wear<strong>in</strong>g her shoes. I start to blush.<br />
I bow to the people at my table, get up and start a very long, m<strong>in</strong>dful<br />
walk past the entire <strong>in</strong>ternational Sangha to the front of the hall where<br />
she is stand<strong>in</strong>g.<br />
I bow to her and slip off her shoes. She returns the bow and<br />
then embraces me. We both start to laugh. I take several long<br />
breaths and beg<strong>in</strong> to walk the long way back to my table. I have a<br />
blister on my foot from walk<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> someone else’s shoes.<br />
Lucy K<strong>in</strong>gsley, Lov<strong>in</strong>g Balance of the Heart,<br />
lives and practices <strong>in</strong> Eugene, Oregon.<br />
12 Summer 2004