it is cool enough to sleep under the stars.... Akshr

it is cool enough to sleep under the stars.

Let your soul be the Monastery

Where you are the …. Monk.

Imagine it: a small plot

of land, like a bedroom

or a closet in an old house.

Covered with flapping laundry,

jumbled books. A stained

carpet that looks like it was

snipped by a lawn mower.

A bookcase on the walls, filled with

old textbooks, that held a torch

in the darkness of the past.

A bed in one corner, with

a pillow and blanket that have been

smoothed by the hands of many.

A desk in another corner, where a

typewriter and stacks of paper are

left like a shrine to your work.

A door opens into an adjoining room,

where you store your extra shoes and

clothes, while the living room has

a couch and chair that are mended and

worn out.

There's no electricity or running water.

The windows don't open;

they're sealed tight with cement board,

stained glass is cracked and faded,

the walls are damp and mildewed.

It smells like books –

stale coffee and old dust.

In this place you live alone for years,

only coming out to walk around

the garden at night when

it is cool enough to sleep under the stars.

Akshr