lunedì 20 agosto 2018

To be or not to be. A Poem from Bhante Sujiva

Somehow I knew it would happen this way
Somehow I knew it would in a place like this
A clean and pleasant cottage right next to the sea
I wake up to find faint light peeping through the window
The air is fresh and cool, not freezing
I wonder of the season and hour
It could be late spring or early winter
It could be dusk or dawn
But this I know
I have to get up and walk to the sea
Putting on my robes, grabbing a jacket mindfully I stepped out walked the meandering foot path past the gate overgrown with wild thistle
Regular hush of waves lapping at the little rickety pier
The smell of salt in the air
Intermittent cries of gulls from afar