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...the dusty road, wearing a sombrero, i saw a chained monkey in the middle of the road...under the heat of the sun, its eyes seemed numbed, as visitors gifted it with bananas and other foods... was the monkey bored? tired of watching people come and go? day in, day out? what if it rains? it has no roof above its head... where does it sleep? i wondered why, from the door jamb where i stood, there exists another door, smaller upon sight, and another...and another...and another.... i was accosted by an endless series of doors... what lies at the end? is there an end to these succession of doors? what could be its purpose? i wondered about that reason.... i wondered...why the pathways ahead, left side, and right, involved going high, then low, so you go up, then down... you get used to its rhythm, to the practice of going up, then down, holding your breath, grasping for a post to hold on to, if and when you lose your balance... you assume on what is to follow, you are about to take a step forward and you'll be surprised....your next step, ...............could be fatal.... you would expect a set of steps going down... but, there are none...you're inches away from the end of the ledge.....you stare at the ground....from where you stand ......there's nothing there ........just an assumed fall.. ............if you had been a fool... these temples, with countless, endless steps and doors, radiate with wisdom, offered to us...right in front of our faces.. we just have to be keen...be perceptive... be able to discover...and learn, before a fall occurs... i walked away from these walls and stairs, tired...sweating...my knees aching......but, with my wonderings............waning...... Sally Copyright January 31, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
While Walking...
...the dusty road, wearing a sombrero, i saw a chained monkey in the middle of the road...under the heat of the sun, its eyes seemed numbed, as visitors gifted it with bananas and other foods... was the monkey bored? tired of watching people come and go? day in, day out? what if it rains? it has no roof above its head... where does it sleep? i wondered why, from the door jamb where i stood, there exists another door, smaller upon sight, and another...and another...and another.... i was accosted by an endless series of doors... what lies at the end? is there an end to these succession of doors? what could be its purpose? i wondered about that reason.... i wondered...why the pathways ahead, left side, and right, involved going high, then low, so you go up, then down... you get used to its rhythm, to the practice of going up, then down, holding your breath, grasping for a post to hold on to, if and when you lose your balance... you assume on what is to follow, you are about to take a step forward and you'll be surprised....your next step, ...............could be fatal.... you would expect a set of steps going down... but, there are none...you're inches away from the end of the ledge.....you stare at the ground....from where you stand ......there's nothing there ........just an assumed fall.. ............if you had been a fool... these temples, with countless, endless steps and doors, radiate with wisdom, offered to us...right in front of our faces.. we just have to be keen...be perceptive... be able to discover...and learn, before a fall occurs... i walked away from these walls and stairs, tired...sweating...my knees aching......but, with my wonderings............waning...... Sally Copyright January 31, 2017 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
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