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Night
falls
apart.
The sun has
sifted through low clouds,
sliding against the horizon
like orange-red drops of tea scattered by careless hands.

We wake softly, lacking Bodhidharma's contrition,
to take in the quiet of dawn
and inhale cold winds
whispering
across
blue
moors
©2008-2010 *saartha
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Author's Comments

An older piece I had forgotten about, done in the Fibonacci Sequence (syllable count of 1 – 1 – 2 – 3 – 5 – 8 – 13, and then in reverse).
Bodhidharma cut off his eyelids because he accidentally fell asleep during a nine year meditation session. It's said that his eyelids fell to the ground and grew into tea bushes.

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Reminds me of the moment a Japanese monk named Dogen attained enlightenment. The monk meditating beside him had fallen asleep. The master had shouted at him: "Mind and body fall away. Why are you sleeping!" There's a lot of depth in what is being said here.
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I find accidentally-sleeping-monks hilarious. This might make me a bad person.
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'like orange-red drops of tea scattered by careless hands.'
such perfect imagery.
you really write beautifully ^^

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