Walking Meditation (writer’s block)(road to temple)

The universe wrote songs.
Thrown out to be heard.
A shot in the dark.
A pipe dream.
Yes.
An effortless try to correlate a stranger’s pain.
Walking in calmness like this before.
Then practicing for the oncoming storm.
Fears called for perfection.
So calm at a time that called for ruin.
Further ruin.
Thoughts and words are always consumed with them and the other.
Everything heals from the inside.
Why is the inside forgotten?
Not as appealing just bones and blood.
The soul remains flooding above a puddle of life.
Grown to what was learned before.
How amazing are the lessons?
The lessons we have learned.
As we walk over the surfaces.
Different surfaces.
Feeling our new true paths.