Poem: Ascutney Retreat 2000

The mountaintop with her autumn
trees, A silent ski lift, 2250 feet to the top.
Laborious steps to the summit then down.
The warm sun, green grass, wild flowers.
A monk slowly eating alone at a picnic table.
Small children playing with a ball.
My eyes with glasses to see them all.

A mindful silent meal,
Dharma talk, sitting meditation,
Practitioners slowly walking to and fro.

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The mountaintop with her autumn
trees, A silent ski lift, 2250 feet to the top.
Laborious steps to the summit then down.
The warm sun, green grass, wild flowers.
A monk slowly eating alone at a picnic table.
Small children playing with a ball.
My eyes with glasses to see them all.

A mindful silent meal,
Dharma talk, sitting meditation,
Practitioners slowly walking to and fro.
Not clinging to the past,
Not pursuing the future.
It's wonderful to be alive.

Bill Menza

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