Thursday, December 15, 2011

Mount Tremper

Mount Tremper

steadfast steadfast
ye monks of old
steadily steadily
do what your’re told
the mat the cushion the ritual
the ever-blooming victuals
the hall the stairs the hollowed out drum
the breath the breath the thumb touching thumb
the silence the sounds the birds in the trees
the planks decaying at the top of the hill
the planks decaying…

feed the world with your gorgeous decay
this hungry world
my hungry world

sit behind all things
within all things
as all things
it is good
to know you are here.

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