Baffling, Cloistered Bliss
A question that baffles me most
is why some men and women,
at the peak of youthful vibrancy,
opt to exchange the glorious glee
and pleasures of mundane freedom
for a life of somber contemplation?
What is it in the mute adobe walls
of cavernous hallways, dungeons
and catacombs of ancient abbeys
and monasteries that lure them
to a voluntary monastic exile,
a life of deafening quietude?
How can they seem, or be, happy
tending secluded gardens and barns,
or kneeling in candle-dimmed prayer
in the doldrums of deep meditation,
with each ego dignified in humility,
grateful, still laced with childlike awe?
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