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Monday, June 15, 2009

Two Faces


Photo by Jim Pankey "WildSpirit"
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He had two faces he showed to the world. The calm, peaceful monk was living a double life. Most of the time he could be found at the monastery, praying and carrying out his vows of silence. He was also brewmaster for the brewery, where the monastery brewed beer to sell to outsiders. As brewmaster, he occasionally made trips to the outlying villages around the monastery, and to the nearby city, to sell the beer.

Usually, he travelled truthfully, as a monk, especially when he went to the city. The city folks were discerning, and cynical, and would never buy monastery beer from a non-monk.

But when he went to a certain village, the farthest one from the village, and in the opposite direction from the city, he traveled in disguise. He looked forward to these times with relish, with secret, forbidden tingles. For then he traveled as a layman, free from his vows and free from the constricts of custom and habit. He pretended he had been hired by the monastery to bring the beer to this remote village, too far for a monk to travel alone.

And in this disguise, he didn't just travel, but he led a second life. He courted and married a young woman, he visited outside the store with the other men, he had a child with his wife, and he got rip-roaringly drunk.

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5 comments:

June Freaking Cleaver said...

I feel like this sometimes. Ambivalent, of two minds. Like either of two options I'm presented with make sense; either one would "work" in my life right now.

It would be different if this was a "lesser of two evils" kind of thing - then I'd be able to weigh the pros and cons and come to a logical decision.

But I don't want to complain, really. It's not like this is a "Sophie's Choice" moment, either, where I have to decide which child lives, and which child dies.

This should be so easy!

Damn! It's unfair that I am forced to choose just one.

Ok, I'll take the Mars bar, you can have the 3 Musketeers.

Cynthia said...

Do not judge by looks,
for behind every stone face
there's a wild spirit

rosebud101 said...

I am more than me. You are more than me. We are one, but we are two. We are separate and not the same. I am more than you.

morganna said...

He had two faces he showed to the world. The calm, peaceful monk was living a double life. Most of the time he could be found at the monastery, praying and carrying out his vows of silence. He was also brewmaster for the brewery, where the monastery brewed beer to sell to outsiders. As brewmaster, he occasionally made trips to the outlying villages around the monastery, and to the nearby city, to sell the beer.

Usually, he travelled truthfully, as a monk, especially when he went to the city. The city folks were discerning, and cynical, and would never buy monastery beer from a non-monk.

But when he went to a certain village, the farthest one from the village, and in the opposite direction from the city, he traveled in disguise. He looked forward to these times with relish, with secret, forbidden tingles. For then he traveled as a layman, free from his vows and free from the constricts of custom and habit. He pretended he had been hired by the monastery to bring the beer to this remote village, too far for a monk to travel alone.

And in this disguise, he didn't just travel, but he led a second life. He courted and married a young woman, he visited outside the store with the other men, he had a child with his wife, and he got rip-roaringly drunk.

Simply Heather said...

Cool - rosebud. Like those words!


Don't we all feel this way throughout life? As though we are able to control our feelings and emotions in one area and completely lack control in another; the mind and the heart collide at times, and the emotions of the soul breathe in...and out.