The Monastery -

How I long now
for that cool stone beneath my feet
my god, my monastery, my keep
songs spill into the corridors
echos sailing that empty space of contemplation.
how I long to be alone in the shade of the vine draped verandah
for the smell of that leather bound book I would shut my eyes
feel the weight like an anchor to the grounding of that simple life
to know the unspoken gesture of a brother
to my own is alike
his gentle smile says all the words.
a vow of silence we take