Missing

Posted on by anna christ

Is the monsoon I really miss when I think of India

the rampant pouring in the middle of a summer day

this awkward and exhilarating antithesis of cause and effect manifesting simultaneously

It is during the monsoon season we monks loved to meditate in the caves some centuries ago

this unpredictable magic we could never explain

what they call spiritual nowadays.

Oh how I miss the monsoon season in a monastery today as the rain is falling in the middle of the summer…

Advertisement

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...