!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>dear bhikkhu: a eulogy by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>dear bhikkhu: a eulogy/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé /h2> div id=”content”> p> what will you will to endure, bhikkhu?/p> p>what will you remember, twenty lake daysbr /> saffron robe to keep out the cold, keep out the staresbr /> keep off the wax moths and blinding light?/p> p>watering hole no lodging, jeta’s grove like amber/p> p>did it too keep out the cold, keep out the staresbr /> keep at bay the thronging, night winds and downing sun?br /> head above water, swimming internal sounds/p> p>what feeling, of quiet acceptance and hope?/p> p>morsel against the drowning, the hungeringbr /> the putting up, creeping creatureliness that doubtsbr /> fetter of views behind the banyan trees/p> p>what conveniences after that?/p> p>a nice long bath, then their soft rice and milk?br /> did the sintered glass beads hurl themselves upstreambr /> like tiny grayling, as you would have liked?/p> p>which headlong direction, gulp and dip? /p> p>did the two fishermen reel you in and upwardbr /> gold-leafed statue in another bluing riverbr /> thousand miles away, east of thousand faces later?/p> p>what blessings surface?/p> p>what trouble you go to, to care for the dyingbr /> that, glad at heart, other bhikkhusbr /> may too remember the rescue, this refraction /p> br> /body> /html>
