Monk

In my solitary singularity

I am like a monk but my church

Is deconstructed

Its liturgy is limitless and lost

I follow no one

In my solitary singularity

Hermitlike, I inhabit my cave

Having one sided conversations with truth

Never winning arguments with silence

It’s ideal

But lonely

In my solitary singularity

 

David Trudel   ©  2012

 

 

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5 responses to “Monk

  1. Oh, I like the limitless lost liturgy. Brilliant, David.

  2. I gave up organized religion a few years back, I’ve been learning to get to know myself since then. Meditation is my solitary singularity 🙂 I agree with Susan, brilliant!

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