I love to walk alone on country pathways,
grain plants and wild grasses on sides,
putting each feet lower on earth
in mindfulness, knowing
which i walk around the wondrous earth.
Such moments, existence is really a miraculous
and mysterious reality.
People usually consider walking water
or perhaps in nothing magic.
However I think the actual miracle
isn’t just to walk either on water or perhaps in nothing,
but just to walk on the planet.
Every single day we’re involved in magic
which we do not even recognize:
a blue sky, white-colored clouds, eco-friendly leaves,
the black, curious eyes of a kid-
our very own two eyes.
All is really a miracle
~ Thich Nhat Hanh
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A Poem for Thanksgiving
SugerWolf 131: Are use this poem for a class project and he got an A+. I also used it to do a poem for my family and they loved it and they started crying.