This house has become my monastery.
No women in sight. Whole days go by
without a human voice. Things are sweetly
simple. A single blossom in the window's sky.
This house has become my monastery.
Even cooking becomes a prayer. I proceed
upstairs by Jacob's ladder. The world outside
goes by without a glance. All's here I need.
For the Lord's embassy has come inside.
This house has become my monastery.