i)
didn't I already escape
up from the world
into the temple
and deep
into monastery halls
ii)
some days
I ponder another one
another escape
away from robes, duties,
and the razor nicks,
and stings
on this old tonsured head
A short short story...
Oh Ollie ponders, but he will remain in the temple halls because........the world NEEDS the Tired Monk :-)
ReplyDeleteI go with Saint-Exupéry: “I know but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind.”
ReplyDeleteStick to whatever destiny you wish to have.
Kisses. <3
I ponder escape all the time, get antsy.
ReplyDeleteEscape can always arrive in a Monk's dreams~
ReplyDeleteI can so see the image you paint
you can ponder escaping from even the best places, and people,
ReplyDeleteit doesn't mean you'd actually choose it.
We all have those moments (metaphorically, I mean).
ReplyDeletethe grass is always greener... your poem proves the adage.
ReplyDeleteThere must be many escape routes within the escape.
ReplyDeletefunny how the escape can at times become the estrangement
ReplyDeleteThe problem with escape is, that wherever you go, there you are - you always take your mind with you. I agree with Kenya's quote from Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
ReplyDeleteOh, I like this! Can relate to it.
ReplyDeleteA case of 'out of the frying pan' maybe. Interesting.
ReplyDeleteUnderstandable. Sometimes the life of a monk becomes very tiring, especially when you're trying to escpae this urge to return to worldly compulsions.
ReplyDeleteOld Ollie,
ReplyDeleteThe Tired Monk has simply expressed his human weakness. His 'calling' is a fulltime commitment. I think that there are times, when The Tired Monk, just wants a moment to himself. A wish to escape the trappings of the monastic life.....
Happy Easter,
Eileen
Olie, I don't see any viable paradigms here to begin with. Do you believe you do?
ReplyDeleteYou and your too clever "old tonsured head"!
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