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  • It was dark. As I turned the key in the lock to the door, I could feel a whiff of the frigid breeze across my face . It was the onset of the year with winter in all its glory. The moonshine had formed an outline along the mountains; they beckoned. The crackle of leaves didn't strike me as such. The incessant fall of the leaves must be, I'd reckoned. There were fall leaves galore. Aren't swaying branches the most beautiful sight in the world! And just then, I saw it as I flashed the torch light. A snake. It had crawled across the pathway into the valley. I hadn't feared it; felt alert but not scared. Did it sense so, I wondered. It was a brief walk to the pagoda and as I trotted along, I'd felt a kind of joy. It was sublime, and yet inexplicable. The last three days had been enduring; practicing meditation and practicing noble silence amidst the wanderings of the itinerant mind. Perhaps, they had borne glad tidings. I deposited my bearings and entered the meditation hall. I was alone and just as soon got into stance.

    How long had it been, I wasn't aware; but was roused by the 4am gong. Joy.
    Perhaps, perhaps, I'd found a new calling.
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