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A Memory from a Monastery ©
Pillars climb upwards,
While within, space murmurs
Peace enclosing quietude
Remote from the Hill’s hurly-burly.
An infinity of silence penetrates the cloister
Whispers into the soul
Slowly
Demanding we explore
Meditate
Inwards
Onto a fifty thousand petalled lotus.
The un-initiated stumbles
The third leaf calls for return
The fifth cries out
Relapses in a tortuous straying.
Surrounding, tall straight pillars
Far from the noise and distractions of the Hill
Birdsong slowly fades
Merges in the sighing of the night
Reminds
This is a release
To which only a few prevail.
Ezra Ben-Meir
History: #174.1 Nov. 1981;
Revised June 1994
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