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Monthly Archives: July 2012

I Walk: A Presentation With Arrows for Bullets and Only One Level of Indentation

I like to walk.

  • I like to walk in town.
  • I like various walking styles:
  • I like to do Thai Forest, Theravada style walking meditation.
  • I like to walk fast.

I don’t like to be seen to be meditating.

  • I prefer to meditate in secret or with a group of other meditators,
  • I don’t like to perform traditional walking meditation in public,
  • I invented my own walking meditation for meditating in public.

I’m not teaching this.

  • This practice has no sanction or tradition.
  • I’m not suggesting that you do it.
  • It’s just something that I like to do.
  • I call it meditating because that’s how I experience it.

I wear my normal casual clothes, with whatever shoes that are best for the walking experience I want at that time.

Since I prefer not to stop,

  • I choose long routes that are clearly marked for pedestrians.
  • For my taste, this is usually best in town.

Digression:
I used to walk around Manhattan and do this, in the evening, after most of the workers had left town for the night.
I’d nearly forgotten how much I loved this adaptation of walking meditation.

In Willits, I like to walk on Main Street, which is Highway 101.

And I like to walk elsewhere.

I choose a destination that I think is far enough away to make me tired if I walk there and back at a rapid pace. The pace will be described separately.

  • While I walk, I sing the 7-Line Prayer of Padmasambhava
  • in Tibetan
  • to the tune Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche sang it in,
  • very quietly, so nobody can hear me,
  • one syllable per step.

I also visualize Padmasambhava in the sky above the mountains.

The pace, the breath, the tune

  • are intimately bound together
  • as are the visualization
  • and the other sense impressions.

I walk

  • at a pace as fast as I can walk without seeming to hurry
  • or seem to be walking for exercise;
  • and govern my composure.
  • If I strain
  • I don’t reveal it.
  • Yet I walk with definite purpose
  • with focus,
  • not looking around,
  • gaze forty feet ahead,
  • a smile and greeting for anyone met,
  • but no change in pace.
  • I keep the pace even and brisk,
  • relax the arms and chest,
  • keep mind on the prayer
  • and the visualization
  • and the steps

as a mandala.

The rhythm of the walk with the song of the prayer are a drum beat of awareness.

When I arrive home, I sit and let my mind go free.

If it wanders,

I bring it back.