Thursday, February 03, 2022
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (123)
LIKE US
Like us
birds and flowers
are the stuff
of dead stars,
the old monk said,
the many which
have died for us.
~
OF COURSE
Of course,
the old monk said,
you cannot
offer anything
to the old masters
that the old masters
have not already
given.
~
HE CARRIES
He carries his
sack of stones
for practice
and because
he's afraid
he might
fly away,
the old monk.
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