Race Walk Meditation

In the aftermath of the winter storm
          My heart drums the journey...

Every footfall is a brushstroke
          in Calligraphy
        (a balancing of equals)
          yin pursuing yang,
                     yang leading yin
       Tumbling the ancient circle
          across a new page
                     of crusted snow

The exhalations of my Spirit
        curl in the clear air
                Like Ethereal Dreams of Beauty
                        Dissolving...
                                Before my flying feet
                                        can reach them

An empty cup--
        I runneth over
                with Mantras of Peace and Serenity
                        Seined by this morning's wind.