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Cloistered Within

A seminary of devotion
ordains me with Grace
Spiritually enlightened
my soul is embraced
Its gift so much greater
than thoughts would belie 
Cloistered within me
— anointed on high

(The First Book Of Prayers: March, 2026)

Premium Member Cloistered

Is it a sin to stay Closed away
within the Long moment of midnight sky?
Perhaps I will dance in the last rain Of May,
No! Not I! I will not gadfly,
as is the wont of Some.
Why do They want me to succumb 
to the Error of their ways,
to live in sin the Remainder of my days,
and to Eschew God's everlasting life
and stay with them in Death and endless strife?

Premium Member cloistered mind

scattered thoughts
clandestine ideas
cloistered mind
sequestered knowledge
shared with no one
world of her mind
covert operation


Cloistered

He's always lived a sheltered life,
     never felt everyday people's pain
When the economy crashed
and a flood of tears came down,
     he was laughing, singing in the rain

Oh, the money he would make,
     he could pile sky high
And to those who lost everything,
     he gave the proper obligatory sigh

He was taught this basic rule:
When the market is slow,
     and you can buy low
Do it, do it real fast
Then when the market becomes robust,
     maximizing your hedge fund trust
Sell quick and swiftly get the cash

It's quite nice, living the cloistered life,
     he was often fond of saying
And off the world's troubles, you can profit double
Indeed, seclusion is a price worth paying

Cloistered

sweetest melody
sends chimney swifts cavorting~
novices confess

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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