So it's midnight, and I'm meditating on the lower deck when my fat lamp suddenly goes out. With only twenty minutes to go, I decide to sit tight. (No pun intended.)
Until something literally almost climbs into my lap. I yell, and it scatters. After collecting a flashlight, I see this.
It's the night shift. (Note my zafu and zabuton in the upper right.)
They scope me out, more from procedure than concern.
"Don't look like much."
"Don't smell like much, neither."
"No worries, guys. It's just a big Buddhist monkey."
And they continue their rounds, as if no one were there.
No one important, anyway.
Until something literally almost climbs into my lap. I yell, and it scatters. After collecting a flashlight, I see this.
It's the night shift. (Note my zafu and zabuton in the upper right.)
They scope me out, more from procedure than concern.
"Don't look like much."
"Don't smell like much, neither."
"No worries, guys. It's just a big Buddhist monkey."
And they continue their rounds, as if no one were there.
No one important, anyway.
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