The Hermit Poem by Madam Anonymous

Yes, but they write such beautiful poetry: - 'In the stillness by the empty window I sit in formal meditation wearing a monk's surplus. Naval and nose in alignment, Ears parallel with the shoulders. Moonlight floods the room; The rain stops but the eaves drip and drip. Perfect this moment- In the vast emptiness my understanding deepens.' (Ryokan) But so do you. regards Bob

When you are sitting on the top of mountain in a sheer solitude and know that you are leading the revolution of the world by your thought currents, then you know the truth, when you are in midst of revolution and knows that you are doing nothing but it is the God leading the revolution through you, then you know the truth (Sri Aurobindo) .….. Who says that monk sitting in the cave is idle, he may be sending thought currents which may occupy someone’s mind and may revolutionize the world (Swami Vivekanada) … Indeed, glad is monk in torn clothes….a good write….

This reader loves your 'Cabin in the Himalayas' much more. The beauty of being a 'Hermit' is in knowing that it's a phase to live. A game to play, with yourself, till the time you are ready to come back to the city once again. Much richer in your understanding of yourself and the world. A comparision might not be needed at all. (Each poem on it's own, one might say) but this reader is just comparing two poems by the same poetess. I wouldn't dare otherwise. Merci.