Twenty Thirteen Fading: October

One large throng
Forty-three strong
Filled our home for an evening.

That aside,
Recollections hide.

But the Nyungne Retreat
sparkles still, in memory's eye.
3 days: no words
2 days: no food
1 day:  no drink
Every day: many mantra songs, Sangha's voice
                  spilling light, counting jewel beads of
                  praise to the Prince of Kindness
                  our melodies burnishing the gold of the Buddha's
                  elegant poise.
                  Our bodies falling, sliding over polished wood
                  as monks clicked time.

                  then, a quiet dark bicycle glide
                  to Chandra's B and B.