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Mindfulness Matters

Fall is an easy reminder of impermanence — anicca— in Pali or anitya in Sanskrit. Change is the rep of autumn. We expect it; we relish it. The changing season can be a great teacher, and metaphor, to the moment-by-moment changing of our experience. Every breath we take is a complete cycle of change–death and resurrection. Every moment is transition and we can know this if we are paying close attention. 

I trail run with my Rhodesian Ridgeback several days a week. This year has been particularly glorious and wet. Here are my reflections:


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It’s the fall time of Fall.

Leaves cover the ground,

the trail no longer showing

its jutting roots and rocks.

A blanket of color from

the awning of becoming.

 

I stop catching my breath

to gaze closely at the pulsating color

green pushing through green

red pushing through yellow.

Shades no artist could imagine,

more Monet than Monet.

Variegated bliss.

 

Watercolor blessings of rain

passing before my eyes

just as my life is.
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I can dive into this pool
where the trail used to beand swim to the horizon.

 

But I’m too busy for that.

Must keep running,

must meet the clock when it points north.

Perhaps I’ll return tomorrow

to the spot I left today

and find a new triumph

until one day soon

the hum will quiet into crisp.

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