Me and the Monks: Sangha

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(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.

*****
The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts

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