Views of a Private World by Tari Xalyr


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I need to explain the situation first. This was written after attending a prayer session with the monks of New Norcia.


Stop Talking!
Feet shuffle
Wood creaks
Silence obtained

Silence
Not a breath
Not a giggle
Not a creak
Silence

A low hum
Silence
The bell chimes
Once
Twice
Three times
Silence
A low hum.

Feet shuffle
Wood creaks
People stare
Enter.

Feet shuffle
Wood creaks
As the hum grows
Doors closed

Silence
They enter. Bow and are seated
Silence
They begin.

North.
South.
North.
South.

Individual voices meld
A community
A unity

North.
South.
North.
South.

Silence once more

Bells chime
Once
Twice
Three times

Seven times daily but only one private view