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:

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

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

    Perhaps with Internet access and a blog?

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

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

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  5. 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!

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  6. 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.

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  7. THAT is a perfect bunny hide out!

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  8. it's a space and a place reya! steven

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  9. 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

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  10. 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

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  11. 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.

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