Tuesday, August 16, 2022

THREE OLD MONK POEMS (283) 


THERE IS NOTHING

There is nothing
I want to do

more than nothing,
the old monk said.

~

WHAT KIND

What kind of
emptiness

did you think
you'd find?

This is
the mountain,

the old monk said.

~

THAT BIT

That bit,
just beyond

the edge of
everything --

what is it,
the old monk asked.

~



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