Tony Pitman Poems
|7.||Impressions Of India||9/29/2012|
|8.||More Of India||9/30/2012|
|10.||Just A Star||10/4/2012|
|14.||Two Men I Knew||9/23/2012|
|17.||Images Of Nature||9/28/2012|
|18.||From The Heart Of Anthony De Mello||9/27/2012|
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From The Heart Of Anthony De Mello
The student monk had spent seven years,
Learning how to comprehend awareness.
At the end of his study it was time for assessment,
To visit the master was his final assignment.
The master sat, at the young man he looked,
Was he ready to become a teacher monk?
The young monk, wet from his walk,
Had placed his umbrella in the hall
Master asked, 'to the left or right of your clogs,
Did you place your umbrella to dry at rest? '
The monk was taken by surprise,
Why such simple thing, when so wise?
Try as he might he couldn't ...
For fifty years no poem I wrote,
No thought of verse or rhyme.
No great desire to write things down;
Not since adolescent time.
Was my life so full or distracted,
To lose all sense of awareness?