Joined Spirits, Shared Will, Loss of Name
After so many years in the monastery, Monty
wants to use his name which
is never allowed due to the
pledge of anonymity.
He owns nothing there of course,
no one does. It all belongs to God.
When Monty sleeps he enjoys
the only ownership. Even selfish
singularity in meditation is denied him
since the monastery assigns him a mantra.
Monty does treasure his dreams,
dreaming as he curls on the narrow bed
in the concrete cell the abbot assigns him.
He enjoys the memories that flood
through the irrational narratives of sleep.
He knows, in spite of the prohibitions,
that these are his.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2014
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