The 24 000 stitches are nothing
but all these breaths in and out
all these stars up in the dark blue night sky
voices of children playing, birdsongs, eyes of the beloved ones
raindrops, feet on snow, mud and shimmering dew
things old and new
and always now
Can't you see?
The 24ooo stitches
are life
4 Comments:
Pierre,
I would encourage you to tell the story that I have heard many times from you, of how you sewed your first kesa, of how you just started, not knowing anything, of what kind of mess you made of it, and of how you look back on those efforts now.
Thank you,
Mike
how wonderful
i'm humbled by your passion
pierre: this is a very nice theme. i have been a monk more than two decades, but i feel that I have never worn an appropriate robe...
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