Thursday, December 02, 2021
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (68)
IT'S LIKE YOU'RE
It's like you're carrying
a heavy box, this holiness,
the old monk said.
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HOW MUCH
How much does it
hurt to wait,
the old monk asked.
That's how much
you want it.
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AND YOUR ANGELS
And your angels
shall gather round,
then together
you shall fly.
That's they way
the take you,
the old monk said.
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