Enter with intent;
walk the circles of sand,
of parched dirt, gravel or grass;
of aqua tile or time worn brick.
Weave your way inward
on the walkways marked
by smooth stones, sticks or a hedge.
Let your mind weave and wander,
— take a moment to contemplate —
One foot forward, measured and slow
don’t hurry — listen,
be present and flow.
When you reach the center,
drink in the peace.
Prompt from Poets United.