Walking The Path

i used to meditate early in the morning down on the basement of the old house on Bethel Rd that we rented years ago... there was a rabbit that sometimes hopped through the open basement door to sit close to me... and listened as i chanted. i almost found it then! years have passed, times of struggle and loss... (i almost lost my way) now i sit here at night thinking about the precepts, reading poetry, just thinking.... or not thinking at all! with an old blind dog... walking the path... to the temple again!