Thursday, June 5, 2008

Were I to Finally Arrive...

Were I to finally arrive at the temple to meet with the Zen master, I would most likely drop to the floor and fall asleep at the very instant our familiar smiles greeted each other. There I would lay huddled for many days and nights till the curvature of my body resembled perfectly the special roundness of the moon. Upon awakening, I would stand up slowly, my eyes faded inward and gray, the fingers of my two hands interlocked behind my back forevermore. Thus I would be lifted by the monks to a tower balcony, to dissolve into the night by the break of dawn...And I shall resurface briefly as the nameless gestures of a thousand-folk unconsciously moving in unison. The fleeting breeze of life whistles its esoteric tune.

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