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Poem: Cherokee Walking Wide Meditation
These beautiful verses were written by Los Gatos Poet Laureate Parthenia M. Hicks in response to Ken Bloomfield's photograph, Pensive Monk, April 2012.
In the corner of my red eye
Your crimson robe calls me in.
Like a red-tailed hawk
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Circling a pow-wow on Mothers’ Day
Your essence blesses me and
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I toe-heel my way onto your road
The Temple is close
Your feet become mine
Dusting the blond dirt
My hands hold the prayer
Beads that you count
Behind your back
I’m inside your shining head
Listening to your mantra
That I paint onto my forehead
Like a warrior’s third eye
My fingers move the Rudraksha
Beads through yours
The Temples are full of ash
and old tires
Once in a while a fire is good
I can tell you are smiling although
Your face is hidden.