Sufi and Monks

11 November 2017 12:00 AM

Sunlight came through the windows, I like those halls where the walls are more glass then solid fabric, wood, metal stone, the sunlight illuminated the hall the gold tinged framework, little church steeples each part of this hall, arches, the monk walked down this hall, glancing towards the light and the flowers in the garden which Brother Francis had encouraged, propagated, grew, the trees were tall here, but the waters iced over easily in the pond, the coot walked across the ice, the monk liked to watch the coot as he walked, his arms tuck inside his long sleeves, he watched as the coot carefully padded his way, his feet like air mattresses dolls blown up and tied off, this was his childhood he was remembering, with a shake of his head, he came back to the presence the bells were ringing, a gentle reminder of time for service, the meditation where the coven met to chant, to raise the energy, to praise the universe, let the energy spiral high to the sun and be brought down again to the earth, that continual loop Sufi dancer, meditation, raising the mad energy, mad cow disease no I joke with that last rift, they are in tune, those dancers, and the trees are slowly shaking their leaves off, the wind is reminding them that the cold months are near, time to sleep I wonder what pine trees do, does their metabolism slow down as well, does a tree have such a drive, "meta-bol-ism", hmm I don't know, shaking the Merkaba figure, mission to mars, Gary Sinese good film, Tim Robbins was in it as well...