Unopened cardboard boxes of belongings are piled in a corner. Out in the hall the telephone brays, familiar and intrusive.
Magnolia catkins silver in the blue winter morning. Boots on frozen dirt. Someone shouts–a last goodbye.
Echo in the attic. Lockers: empty. In the great room, two nuns huddle under a coverlet. Even the bedding is now packed and gone.
After graduation, about half our class stayed on for a special lecture given by the Head of Lecturers from Beomeo Monastic College (for monks) on the Awakening of Faith in the Mahayana. I’ve been posting small stones each day on Twitter (@seon_joon) but was unable to get them posted here until today.