Tuesday, April 3, 2012

temples empty



temples empty
fewer novices sit out by the gates
humble
waiting to be let in

they used to sit out there
cold n'cloaked huddled
tight under the hemlock tree

makes for quiet halls,
but the dust still gathers
the tired monk sweeps

9 comments:

  1. I'm so out of the blogging loop, but I'm happy to find this gem. Your poetry is always appreciated. Off to share it with others :)

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  2. "the dust still gathers". nice to know you can always rely on some things.

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  3. Spring break? I love this, Ollie. It is SNOWING here today, snowed Saturday too. Could someone please send Maintenance to fix the thermostat? It is stuck on winter. Argh.

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  4. I second a prior sentiment. Permanence can be surrounded by change.

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  5. Are you the school janitor? *kidding
    Love the illustration.

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  6. I think this really illustrates that while some parts of life ebb and flow, some things are inevitable. A solid write.

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  7. Old Ollie,

    The duties of the tired monk are a daily task, with or without the novices. Dust is always lurking in corners....

    Best Wishes for a Happy Easter,
    Eileen

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  8. Not many people seeking illumination these days, huh. As long as the light doesn't go off, everything is going to be fine. But I guess you know that already. <3

    Happy Easter for your and your family, Chris.

    Kisses.

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