Stories in the cloth

 

You do know that there is no bamboo basket? Only the shadows stitched on the face of the moon. This cloth has so many stories to tell. May Retreat is like that, the intense stillness makes it possible to hear the tiny whispers of the cloth. Sleeping, stitching, and playing with the cats. I can feel the tension flooding out of my body. Were my stitches flowing this freely a couple of days ago? Could I hear so clearly?

The monk is raking gravel into precise lines and curves. Concentration stills the mind.  There is only the gravel and the rake. See where the cat strolled through last night? Her paws have left their mark…

I blink and the cloth comes back into focus. So many stories in this little piece of silk.

 

 

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