Walking

Movement is the will of the tiger
within the restless soul.
The fields and plains are the sleepy
streets of the everyday.
Some hunt for the symbols of validation,
cheap thrills, silly kicks.
Some hunt for power and domination.
Some just walk.
I tend to side with the latter.
Simply walking: it is the ultimate
medicine, the panacea for inertia.
When the tiger enters the everlasting
stream of pure motion, the tiger is liberated.
When the soul enters the same stream, liberation
is immediately seen. Even the sleepy maze of suburbia
is the road for all buddhas.