Monday, January 03, 2022
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (95)
ONE MORE
One more, or two,
or six, what
does it matter,
the old monk asked.
Who's keeping score?
~
AND THAT WAS
And that was
the revelation --
the old monk
only had his
own worn sack
to carry up
the mountain.
~
YOU HAVE TO
You have to
carry down
what you
carry up,
the old monk
said. You
can't leave it
on the mountain.
~
