Chris Mooney-Singh

 

Chris Mooney-Singh’s ‘Stone Garden’ audio-file

 

Circle 101

 

Singh Albatros

 

I walked in circles on the sand. My mind wanted to be elsewhere, but I got hypnotized like a chicken to a chalk line. Walking, I saw myself as a Zen monk raking the stone garden of Kyoto; then I was Giotto drawing a free-hand circle for Pope Benedict IX. But my circles got tighter, until I came to a full stop at the centre of zilch. Seasons passed. I’ve turned to stone. Its bumps and sockets are my eyes, mouth and nose tuned to wind and rain. Yet my mind is still crammed full of the same old burning questions.

 

 

 

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