Harvest
Solitary kinda person
alone in a crowded space
a monk hidden in plain sight.
Walking the halls of life
part but naught included
tis a supernatural life.
Striving, working to lose
active war with selfish self
invisibility seems the goal.
Dedication to a life
of sharing Masters word
seeking perfect, humble soul.
Select few, far between
glimpsing beyond cowl
catching personal smile.
Dust of earth clinging
painting simplest of shoe
traveling together, for awhile.
Mind flashing, saber-like, cutting
deeply through layers of mask
teaching to deepest inner one.
Revival breaks out instantly
where Masters word was sown
harvest has finally begun.
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Written January 20th, 2002
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excellent
Very interesting,nice write!
-Timothy -
ah...what a great reward!
intelligent, thoughtful and
usefull feedback!
my profound gratitude to y'all...
Tramp -
I like your handle, Tramp Poet, and your ascetic life style suggest the wandering life. Your writing seems complex, yet it is easily read. That would seem to me to be the necessary ingredients to success. Good luck with your somewhat esoteric insights.
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Beautiful painting... really well done!!
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A compelling portrait, right from the beginning. The 'monk hidden in plain sight' is a familiar presence, if rarely seen by most. I have great respect for this piece.
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Very nice job, almost too efficient use of words where every of them is essential. Thanks for sharing.
Mike
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