{"id":2709,"date":"2023-08-12T08:42:39","date_gmt":"2023-08-12T12:42:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2709"},"modified":"2023-08-24T11:17:33","modified_gmt":"2023-08-24T15:17:33","slug":"everyday-by-radiance-angelina-petro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2709","title":{"rendered":"There\u2019s a Dog Barking in the Monastery, by Radiance Angelina Petro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There\u2019s a Dog Barking in the Monastery<br \/>\nby<br \/>\nRadiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s a dog barking in the monastery,<br \/>\nthere are men who drown on land. Even the wisest<\/p>\n<p>grope in the dark, and lightening reveals the nature<br \/>\nof spirit, and I am still alive, and long ago stopped drawing<\/p>\n<p>lines in the sand, and somehow eight becomes nine, and nine<br \/>\nbecomes ten, and so on, and so forth, and no matter what<\/p>\n<p>someone will have the last word. It\u2019s my hope to be relaxed<br \/>\nand generous, and while silence has its faults, and the night<\/p>\n<p>and I are so often not on the same page, I have still managed<br \/>\nto empty my mind once or twice (haven\u2019t figured out where<\/p>\n<p>it\u2019s contents goes though), and I\u2019ve been doted on by the wind,<br \/>\nand I still laugh at the word \u201ceyeball\u201d (it\u2019s an eye and a ball),<\/p>\n<p>and I have a zeal to do good, and if I were a snake<br \/>\nin a basket I\u2019d gladly allow myself to be drawn out<\/p>\n<p>by the snake charmer\u2019s music. But really, if you need me<br \/>\ntoday, I\u2019ll be in a monastery somewhere<\/p>\n<p>in the cloudy mountains, barking as soon as<br \/>\nthe meditation bell begins to ring.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There\u2019s a Dog Barking in the Monastery by Radiance Angelina Petro &nbsp; There\u2019s a dog barking in the monastery, there are men who drown on land. Even the wisest grope in the dark, and lightening reveals the nature of spirit, and I am still alive, and long ago stopped drawing lines in the sand, and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[12],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2709"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2709"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2709\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2728,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2709\/revisions\/2728"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2709"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2709"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2709"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}