Monday, October 18, 2010

the hermitage






i have come, before i know it, upon an ancient hermitage,
the thatch door, the piney path, the solitude, the quiet,
where a hermit lives and moves, never needing a companion



words by meng haoran

11 comments:

Elisabeth said...

How lovely to ome upon this 'ancient hermitage' here Steven. Thanks.

Friko said...

I'd love to think that I could be this hermit.

Perhaps with Internet access and a blog?

steven said...

elisabeth - i'm not sure who or what lives in it as i couldn't find a door! steven

steven said...

friko in all my monastic imaginings i always include some kind of connectedness. steven

Reya Mellicker said...

On a wavelength today, Steven. I pulled the Hermit card (I pull a tarot card every morning). Thanks for the words to go along with the image!

Richard Jesse Watson said...

Those words, "ancient hermitage" suggest perhaps a lineage of hermits over time re-arranging the "thatch" for their private lives. There is a man in our town named Bill Porter who studied Buddhist hermits in the Zhongnan mountains of China. He himself became more and more wild and wind blown.

Linda Sue said...

THAT is a perfect bunny hide out!

steven said...

it's a space and a place reya! steven

steven said...

hey richard! the tight weaving of the branches and the sweet space inside suggest that may be the case!!! i wonder if this ancient line of woodland occupying hermits have anything to day about the state of the world as they know it. i'd sure like to know. steven

steven said...

linda sue - bunnies could look out at the foxes and coyotes and if they had a central bunny hole to never never land, they'd always be safe. the only problem might be food. steven

willow said...

This post takes me back to my childhood, when I would work for hours making little hermit homes from twigs and moss. Lovely post, Steven.