Dao of a heron fishing
Published in
May 15, 2024
I sit on my camp stool
On the shore of my beloved lake
A great blue stands in the shallows
Motionless and embodied
Immersed in perfect awareness
Each moment nearing tabula rasa
My awareness wanders a bit
The heron swallows a fish
Then returns to wild stillness
The abiding flow of time
My awareness drifting assured
The heron lifts off across the lake