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Post by 溪山 on Jan 17, 2017 1:20:33 GMT -5
Zen of Housework by Al Zolynas
I look over my own shoulder down my arms to where they disappear under water into hands inside pink rubber gloves moiling among dinner dishes.
My hands lift a wine glass, holding it by the stem and under the bowl. It breaks the surface like a chalice rising from a medieval lake.
Full of the grey wine of domesticity, the glass floats to the level of my eyes. Behind it, through the window above the sink, the sun, among a ceremony of sparrows and bare branches, is setting in Western America.
I can see thousands of droplets of steam—each a tiny spectrum—rising from my goblet of grey wine. They sway, changing directions constantly—like a school of playful fish, or like the sheer curtain on the window to another world.
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Post by 溪山 on Jan 17, 2017 1:21:28 GMT -5
from pgrnair.blogspot.com/2013/07/zen-of-housework.html : This is a beautiful and accessible poem and it shows how musings on such a mundane chore like dish washing can be turned into work of art. The poem reminds me of Irish poet Thomas Moore's words -"The ordinary acts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest."
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Post by 溪山 on Jan 19, 2017 1:39:23 GMT -5
“My hands lift a wine glass, holding it by the stem and under the bowl. It breaks the surface like a chalice rising from a medieval lake.”
洗杯子想到这样的image, 真诗人也。修行不是一般的高。:)
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