Friday, September 03, 2021
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (2)
STAFF OR CANE
Staff or cane,
it doesn't matter,
the old monk says.
When I stand to go,
you will see
a three-legged creature
wobbling down
the mountain.
~
OFTEN OUR TALENTS
Often our talents blind us
to ordinary truth,
Wang Wei said.
Let off seeking wisdom,
the old monk said.
You will see what is.
~
WHY, YES
Why, yes,
the old monk said,
I can tell you
the future.
What will be
will be.
~
