Friday, February 24, 2012

first bell

up at first bell
legs a swinging
reacting
as the first toll ends

deep in first light duties
water, rattlin', grinding, setting, and sorting

alone

'cuz...even the temple dog sleeps
'til the coffee is brewed



the Tired Monk
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8 comments:

  1. Kat MortensenFebruary 24, 2012 at 11:08 AM

    Not so with cats.

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  2. Eileen T O'Neill .....February 24, 2012 at 1:06 PM

    Old Ollie,

    A necessary additive to the dutiful enthusiasm of a tired, but willing body.

    Brighter days ahead :)

    Eileen

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 24, 2012 at 2:09 PM

    It is raining cats and dogs here, Ollie........love your morning song:)

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  4. HelenaFebruary 24, 2012 at 4:38 PM

    Slow mornings are my favourite ones.......

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  5. Square CornerFebruary 26, 2012 at 8:14 PM

    Makes me think of a figher, a weary boxer hoping for a last great round.

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  6. Human ParadoxFebruary 28, 2012 at 11:24 PM

    Sounds like a master working hard. Kinhin baby!

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  7. RavenFebruary 29, 2012 at 9:52 PM

    This is a beautiful poem that somehow speaks to kindness and gentleness.

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  8. erinMarch 1, 2012 at 9:43 AM

    it seems like balance to me, ollie, a slow meeting of the day.

    xo
    erin

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