Sunday, March 07, 2021

TEN OLD MONK POEMS (5) 

 DON'T MAKE IT

Don't make it
a job,
the old monk said.

Be like
the grasses.
Be.

~

HOW DID THE TREES

How did the trees
ever climb up
this mountain,
the old monk
wondered, weary
and resting.

~

DON'T STOP

Don't stop,
the old monk said,

before the stopping
starts.

I've said this
before, yes?

Let me add:
don't start

before the stopping
stops.

~

TO FEEL GOOD

To feel good is okay,
the old monk said.
To feel fine is better.

There's a reason
I live in the mountains.

~

DON'T PUSH IT

Don't push it.
Don't push,
the old monk said.

Let it
come by itself.

~

WHO BLESSES

Who blesses
who blesses
us, the old
monk wondered.

~

COUNT THEM ON YOUR FINGERS

Count them on your fingers,
the old monk told the poets.
If you need your toes,
your line's too long.

~

SHE WOULD SAY

She would say
this is nonsense,
the old monk said.

That's how you know
she is right.

~

DOES THIS OCCUR

Does this occur once
or should I write it down,
the old monk asked
the master.

~

THE OLD MONK SAID

The old monk said,
finally, I am
that guy who scares me.

~



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