We aren’t workhorses- measured for the size of our burden-bearing muscles.
We aren’t bred for our usefulness.
We aren’t bred at all.
We are dropped into the landscape.
Without the aid of our agency.
For the sheer pleasure we bring.
This is not a means.
This is the end in itself.
Kissing in place of breeding.
Strolling in place of striving.
Pleasure in place of purpose.
We are beauty-makers. It is good.
We are beauty-bearers. And it is good.
In our being, it is good.
In our being is our doing.
Walk with me in the wide and narrow path.
Mindful walking and on-going.
In all our created ness and our limits,
All is well.