Part 3 — The Walking and the Moon

He walked his road, with his luggage.
He walked with his backpack, heavy on a winter eve,
with his suitcase dark on that same winter eve,
and his side bag that held all his wishes, hopes, worries, desires, and past.

He walked terrified of what lay for him in the next turn —
of what lurks beneath his feet,
of his own breath,
of his own thoughts,
of life itself —
that life that has led him places and took him away from them.

He walks alone.
Lonely.
Terrified.

He walks because he had to walk — he must.
He has no place to go.

Very little he has he achieved in the past — or he thinks to himself.
No silver lining, no horizon to walk towards —
just him on his road, wide enough to share
but none there to share it with.

The moon, she shone upon his nights
in these winter times that even the trees slept during —
the flowers snoozed, and the shrubs and bushes took some time off —
but him, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, he mightn’t.

He had to breathe even involuntarily —
he had to breathe,
even in the darkest days and nights,
even when the air became too thin, too heavy, too enormous —
he had to breathe.

The moon was his only counsel.
She led the way during these dark nights
and made space for the sun during the cold and frosty day times.

She shone not only onto his road but also onto his bravery —
onto his mighty existence,
onto his willingness to keep walking,
to keep moving even after all the loss,
all the sadness,
the suffering,
loneliness,
and despair.

She shone onto him.
It was personal,
it was intentional,
and it was lovely.

Enjoy my other reads:

Stop Blaming Your Parents: Turning Mindfulness into Self‑Responsibility. On this link.

Living in Peace: How to Find Inner Peace in this World? On this link.

How to Transform Self-Sabotage with Mindfulness and Love? On this link.

Emotional Identity and Pain: Who Are You Without the Struggle? On this link.

External Resources:

Zen & Engaged Buddhism:

Plum Village 

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