‘The Evening Bell’ August 1, 2008
Posted by Geoffrey Wilson in : Meditations , trackback‘In the grandfather temple down the hill, the evening bell, solemn and bronze, rings dimly.
Can you hear it?’ the monk asked me.
I could and nodded.
‘Perhaps it is the slow beat of the mountain’s heart…
or the determined pulse of the pine, growing out of the crotch of the slippery monkey tree!
Perhaps they really are all one – the bell, the mountain, and the tree.
And to this add the steady cicada vibrato…
as well as the bark of that little white dog with a freckle on its cheek.’
Then there is the quiet artist priest…
fashioning a bamboo crutch for the ancient peach tree.
Yet, everything is cool under this vertical forest so he is not bothered by the heat.
‘And let it be known that all are seeking in this place…
Yes!
And all are finding in this place too…
Hidden yet open to all, you will see the spirit in the cedar’s heart, if you look carefully enough.’
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