Wednesday, October 20, 2021

THREE OLD MONK POEMS (39) 


WHY DO I LIVE

Why do I live
on the mountain
and eat roots
and mushrooms?

If I knew why,
the old monk said,
you wouldn't
have to ask.

~

I WENT

I went to the city for rice,
the old monk said.
I won't go again.

~

THE LONELY PATH

The lonely path
up the mountain

is not so lonely,
the old monk says.

Someone has tramped
this way before me.

~



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