Thursday, April 30, 2015

morning silence

in morning silence
walking forest path
stealthy slow
the few creaks
from old monk bones
muffled by robes

temple dog sits
stump still
as the ducks
fly in

29 comments:

  1. Brother Ollie,

    A placid place of reflection and being unrushed today. I'm pleased that The Tired Monk, can not venture outside and absorb the view...

    Happy Days,
    Eileen

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  2. Tis naught as lovely as the Mother Nature slowing stretching her arms as she welcomes the day.
    Anna :o]

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  3. Tis naught as lovely as the Mother Nature slowing stretching her arms as she welcomes the day.
    Anna :o]

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  4. Silence is a wonderful thing...it comes from inside those wise old bones

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  5. This beautiful... well captured :D

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  6. I love the morning...and silence ~

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  7. Luv all the happenings captured in the silence

    Thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime this morning

    Much love...

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  8. I think that the old monk is at a perfect place..

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  9. I enjoyed the peaceful setting this poem provided. I feel its early morning stillness.

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  10. I bet that dog used to run and that stump used to be a tree and those creaks weren't there at all!

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  11. a beautiful morning silence tinged with sadness....

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  12. Seems to be a peaceful walk by the monks

    Hank

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  13. This is a perfect morning - the much needed silence to ease our minds. Very reflective poem.

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  14. Perfect, Ollie... I love the way you craft the mood from all the finer details and I especially applaud the inclusion of the temple dog!

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  15. Wonderful picture of the silence in monastic life. Well crafted.

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  16. I know those creaks from old monk bones........crones get them too! LOL. Loved this, Ollie.

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  17. There is something in observing nature early in the morning...I feel almost an intruder at times but the bliss it gives me keeps me stock still too! Loved the old bones creaking....I can hear mine too!

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  18. I need to have that kind of silence, but too bad the city doesn't know a thing about the need to have such. Thanks for the poem!

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  19. I can envisage this with the morning mist rising, the wise dog just looking and the monk doing what he has done for many a year, as is his habit. (sorry for the pun at the end!

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  20. And inside that hush a poem! Lovely!

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  21. I enjoyed the imagery you've brought. I like the peacefulness that's been found :) Sometimes it's nice to enjoy a silence.

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  22. Walking there in the silence
    so that all you can hear is the bones within shift
    it is a wonderful place of mediation

    as the world comes alive around you.

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  23. Those quiet mornings are so precious.

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  24. Thank you for that respite from all the noise and chaos that surrounds us all. A moment of silence to be remembered

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