The Little Monk

Spanky wondered aloud “ how can people be so clueless,” it was an age old question, one pondered by generations long before Spanky came on the scene and, one Spanky generously acknowledged he was not the original thinker of, still Spanky questioned, why do people need to believe the unbelievable and the indefensible. How is it he thought, that people can spit on empirical evidence and call it opinion, again he spoke for all the creatures in the wood to hear, “how can people not see what is front of their face?”

A little chipmunk nose wiggled out from under a bright green leaf, then eyes and mouth became visible and with one seemingly impossible jump, she was on the stump across from the pondering figure of Spanky. “The answer is easy and it is not easy” she twitted in a sharp chippy voice. Spanky was not surprised at all by this talking chipmunk, he just lifted his head and gave her the same rapt attention he would with anyone who addressed him. He asked with excitement and humility, “please tell me more Ms. Chipmunk if you will.” The little monk smiled back at Spanky, and after turning around three times, found her spot and sat down.

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Tear Heart

[podcast]http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/02/tearheart.mp3[/podcast] I asked the monk why he always carried a tear in the corner of his eye, he replied “It binds me to compassion.” But I asked “why a tear?” He smiled and instead asked me a question, “why do you carry a gaping whole in your heart?” I was stunned and speechless but gathered …

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Petulant

[podcast]http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/02/petulant.mp3[/podcast] I fall upon the rivers edge, snow cold cocoon enveloping me frozen fingers writing in snow, can’t erase the pain I feel, can’t erase this mistake in my life of mistakes, ancient frozen upon the river, no bridge to the other side, no bridge to cross to you. I see you standing there, your …

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Orange Peel

With one hand I pluck a round fragrant orange from the white china bowl, ignoring its pedestrian neighbors. Tossing it from one hand to the other wanting to know it, balancing it on finger tips rotating the fruit in and out of the palms of my smooth yielding hands. Cupped hands encircling the California navel …

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Flickering Lights

[podcast]http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2008/12/flickeringlights.mp3[/podcast] Winter’s darkness caught me by surprise this year. I had few thoughts of the dimming light till a few days before Christmas when out of the corner of my eye I saw flickering lights. The lights turned out to be a tug of war between Winter with all it meaning and the sputtering gasp …

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