And It Was Bong!

It was a delicious day. The sun shined. It was a golden goodie of a warm oven. The lake was cool. Like a drink chilled to just the right temperature that magically stayed that way. The sky was sprinkled with little sprinkles of cloud. The earth exuded an earthiness that even chocolate could not beat in a fight. All in all, it was a delicious day.

The wind whistled in the trees. No one shushed them so they were quite happy. They hated being shushed. It was a most annoying habit people had. That, and making up bad metaphors for bodily functions.

The monastery was quiet. But then again, when is a monastery not? The monks were meditating in their own little meditating areas. A big rock, a tree, an armchair, a field, a pile of hay, a pink cushion named Britney, an empty room, a swing, a five-year-old tent, etc. To each his own.

They contemplated various important things that most others cannot even pretend to comprehend. They meditated on the meaning of life, on reaching higher states of awareness, on quantum physics and string theory, on achieving world peace, on eradicating hunger and Paris Hilton, and whether celibacy was really worth it.

Deep in commune with nature around him, Pen sat in the lobby near the front door. He was at peace until he sensed three life forces coming towards the door rather quickly. The bell rang. It was the sound of tranquility. You couldn’t hear it, but the monks could feel it quite well so they knew. Pen sensed the life forces run away again.

“Probably just the neighborhood kids playing a prank again.” He thought. “When will they learn that we can always tell when no one’s really at the door?”

“When they, wait to see someone come out before running away, I guess” the cosmos answered him. That was the trouble with higher states of awareness. Once the cosmos was aware that you were aware, it talked back, a lot, but it didn’t help much. The cosmos was quite spaced out.

Then Pen realized that one life force remained at the door. He went to see who it was and opened the door.

He screamed like a little girl!

It was a little girl!

A baby! In a basket!

And it was bong!