Here Comes the Monk With His Begging Bowl
by Steven McCabe
All I did was dump coffee in the sink
And he appeared. He must have wanted to go on a trip, a journey or a jaunt, I doubt he wanted to be washed down the drain.
Which wasn’t the plan anyway. Not when there is so much to see everywhere, day or night, here or there.
And kindred spirits to discover.
With golden suns disguised as room-temperature metal beginning the process of your transformation. No matter how you begin.
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I really like reading this and seeing what you’ve done with it. I think my favorite is the last one…it is so beautiful to me. I love how you create from everyday life. 🙂
Thank you very much. Your observations lead to some understanding on my part. It didn’t occur to me I was creating from everyday life but you’re right, it’s taking a small thing and spinning something out of it. Maybe my favourite, too, is the last one. A ‘universal’ sparked by the local (in the sink local!).
I think it is wonderful and you could even start to do a series of the everyday things we tend to overlook. 🙂 You’ve got something there. All the best
Thank you very much for noticing and for the idea!
you’re most welcome…what are friends for? This is how we make the world go around. 🙂
Wow, love this. Seeing a story in the ordinary moment, and your narrative is so sincere – “All I did was dump coffee down the sink” – but it takes a seer to recognise far more than the obvious, the transformation of coffee is brilliant. I too really like the last one.
Thank you maskednative. A friend said he saw the monk playing a flute. Maybe so. This coffee-grounds fellow was 3D and I think really wanted to be seen. His ‘bowl’ might have been something other than a bowl. If a bowl it might be releasing a trail of smoke or faint flame. Or it might be a comet & seed of life ‘reminder’ or maybe his heart? I tried dumping coffee another morning with but nothing appeared. Or I didn’t see shapes too subtle. Thank you for the idea of seeing and divination.
You saw a ‘Monk With A Begging Bowl’, bringing emptiness and openesss ? everything is significant….
Maybe so, it’s a meaningful image you offer.
Wonderful!
Thank you mrsdaffodil!
This is so playful Steven…. and I’m having fun rolling through the images!
Thank you Jana. After you said ‘fun’ I began rhyming ‘drain’ with other words. I came up with rain and Spain and brain. :- )
My grandmother dumped tea leaves in a saucer and conjured magic before I was taught there was no such thing. As I age I forget that teaching and return to my child. Your post reminds me that magic is alive…
What a memory John. Fantastic. ‘Before I was taught there was no such thing.’ Thank you so much for sharing this about your grandmother and your return.
I don’t have anything new to add to the above comments but I agree with all of them: this is so beautifully imaginative, magical, playful, observant, reflective. My favorite lines are, “Not when there is so much to see everywhere, day or night, here or there,” and “beginning the process of your transformation. No matter how you begin.” And I love and fully agree with Heather’s comment, “You’ve got something there.”
Thank you so very much Jeanie. Your points about what it is are things I will reflect upon. Whoosh, it appeared. Coffee monk. Certainly not ‘from me.’ Maybe like a ‘daily saying’ or ‘morning reading’ given as a gift. I’ll think again about Heather’s comment and your confirmation of this.
Really good, Steven.
Thank you Jack.
Beautiful! All the comments say what I could and more.