(At times it is the unlikeliest and most tenuous and hardship-ridden situations in which we are suddenly graced to discover, for a gladly long or sorrowfully short time, that for which we have journeyed in search lifelong.
In this here/now, the poet has discovered a sangha.
“Sangha” is a Buddhist word for ones community of truly likeminded and unconditionally supportive spiritual equals.
Membership in a sangha almost always requires enrollment in the established curriculums of a particular discipline, and often, as well, copious vows of renunciation associated with the traditionally most dedicated sanghas — monasteries and nunneries.
The sangha here being described does not call itself so. No robes, save the poet’s habitual daily attire, are worn. In fact, not a single official guideline or requirement prevail.
As can be felt by the reader in this poetic description, among those of truly peaceful spirit and truly good intent, none, in fact, are needed.
This sangha may be permitted to exist for a short or long period of “time.”
What is important is that it does — most surely, genuinely and serenely — exist here and now.
Where one is or has been, others will follow and spring into being themselves.
Watch and see.)
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Other episodes in the in-process autobiographical series “Me and the Monks” may be accessed via search bar at the poet’s primary site:
http://timelessclassics.wordpress.com
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these
sweet
hours-long silences
each present
harmoniously
occupied
with self
with personal calling
with the others
no one feeling neglected
(no one neglected)
no one craving drama
(peace is so much sweeter)
no one maneuvering
for any kind of power
(whatonearth for?)
no one needing noise
of any
kind
no
problem
this
perfect
personal freedom
this
happy
cleansing
tidying
putting in order
polishing
sweet
sisterly
service
this
undemanding
undemanded
bringing
together
of all available
resources synchronistically
Just
enough
for
everyone
Present
in each perfect
Here Now
as it Is unfolding
— perfectly, not
for any one only
but for
All
you
see
it is possible
after all
no matter how
tiny
threatened
evanescent
right
Now
Right,
now
Right
before my own eyes
and thus
before your own
my brothers and
sisters: it Is
possible
possible
and
more
more than merely
possible
than simply
probable
it is
Present
Present
Present
among us
All
Here
and
Now.
*****
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