Sunday, March 13, 2022

TEN OLD MONK POEMS (58) 


LOSE IT

Lose it,
the old monk said.

You won't find it
til it's lost.

~

YOU CAN'T CALL

You can't call for
silence

without breaking
silence,

the old monk said.

~

HOW MUCH

How much do you have
when there's nothing you need,
the old monk asked.

~

THE GAME

The game
you play
plays you,

the old
monk says.

~

THE SAME WIND

The same wind
that takes you out

works against you
coming home,

the old monk says.

~

TO THE VERY

To the very
edge of it

where it is no
longer it --

go that far,
no farther,

the old monk says.

~

YOU CAN DO IT

You can do it
or not do it,

the old monk said.
Just stop talking

about it.

~

IF THERE IS

If there is blood,
the mountain trembles,
the old monk said.

~

WHEN IT'S DONE

When it's done,
it's done,
the old monk said.

The tough think
is knowing
when that is.

~

THE KNIFE

The knife
the quiet one
carries

is always
the sharpest,
the old monk says.

~



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