The Arahant - Ajahn Amaro
The lone remaining wall
Of a long-since fallen house,
No more inside, no more outside,
No more trespass for the mouse;
Where a doorway and five windows
Allow the winds to pass
Unobstructed as they billow
Through the woods, across the grass;
Where sun and moon and starshine
Illuminate the scene
For all the folk that pass it by
When wandering in the green.
"I wonder who the person was
Who built this mighty house,
That's now a bramble garden
And a home for grub and louse?"
A broken ridge and rafters smashed
Lie strewn across the floor
And all that stands, quite ownerless,
Five windows and a door.
Of a long-since fallen house,
No more inside, no more outside,
No more trespass for the mouse;
Where a doorway and five windows
Allow the winds to pass
Unobstructed as they billow
Through the woods, across the grass;
Where sun and moon and starshine
Illuminate the scene
For all the folk that pass it by
When wandering in the green.
"I wonder who the person was
Who built this mighty house,
That's now a bramble garden
And a home for grub and louse?"
A broken ridge and rafters smashed
Lie strewn across the floor
And all that stands, quite ownerless,
Five windows and a door.
– Chithurst, 1983
Remember, to know Yourself, return to the silence before words.
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