As we walk we see footprints, we see traces.
Traces of what? Of the bull.
Who is this bull? What are the footprints?
We have lost touch, we cannot see.
We are unaware of the ways we get in the way of ourselves and the ways we hinder Love.
On the path there are traces, that are mine and not my own.
A footprint, a broken fence, damaged trees, eaten grass: what are these?
They are our reactions in life.
Someone stole my parking space!
Someone is using my cup!
People are ignoring me!
I want that!
All this, and much more, is the bull ‘snorting up’: running down the path and through fences, gorging on the fresh green grass.
The traces are everywhere. Learning to see them is one of the great challenges of spiritual and human life.
And so, we walk on: one foot meditation, one foot experiencing the footprints, the traces.
As we walk on we grow familiar, through experience, with the traces – the signs of where the bull has been.