Once upon a time I considered living in a monastery. Temple life seemed so much more peaceful than worldly living. However, Theravada Buddhism monks must be celibate. I wondered why but never talked about it with the monks.
So this is my fantasy poem for all my monk friends who live a life of celibacy.
Om Mani Padme hum~~Celebrate no Celibate
Standing on the steps
of an ancient Cambodian temple
a daydream starts to reel
a thousand years tickle my toes
as footsteps vibrate under my feet
takes me deep inside
Om mani padme hum
the ancient Pali language
Sandalwood incense mixes
with the fragrant Rumdul flowers
rising to the heavens
I am dizzy with this scent
the gods in this temple love women
I am blessed to be here
bringing rice cakes dipped in honey,
mangoes and ambrosia wine
the day turns into night
dreams continues on…
A rainbow moon
rises in an indigo sky
Om mani padmi hum
three thousand years ago
monks knew secrets of erotica
is blissful in this temple,
the night goes on
the love goes on
Om mani padmi hum
To all my dear
Theravada Venerable friends
this is just a daydream
Oh, why can’t this be real
I am stuck in the land of Covid dreaming up a dream…
4 thoughts on “Om Mani Padme Hum ~~Celebrate not Celibate”
Thank you Ernest. I always appreciate your comments–inspirational.
What a day for a day dream. To the Goddess in you. Celebrate life with beautiful words and photography.
Food for thought. Thanks for responding Johnnie.
Monks and yogis seem to go with the belief that in order to seek spirituality, one must deny earthly desires. I think earthly desires are a gift to us but have to be used in a way that they don’t overtake our path, but maybe this is not possible or very difficult to do, pitting the mind against the body. Maybe that’s why they decided to just get rid of anything that causes inner conflict.