Walking Blessing - Jan L. Richardson

That each step
may be a shedding.
That you will let yourself
become lost.
That when it looks like
you're going backwards,
you may be making progress.
That progress is not the goal anyway,
but presence
to the feel of the path on your skin,
the way it reshapes you
in each place it makes contact,
to the way you cannot see it
until the moment you have stepped out.

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