Monday, November 28, 2022
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (354)
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS
You can't always see
what's parallel
until they line up,
the old monk said.
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SOMEONE KEPT
Someone kept
watching the stars.
They were always
watching the stars.
They kept listening.
That's how we
got here today,
the old monk said.
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A FLAT SPOT
A flat spot for a hut.
Some clean, flowing water.
Some green, growing things,
mushrooms, and nuts.
I don't want much,
the old monk said.
~
