Friday, December 09, 2022
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (358)
WHERE TREES
Where trees collect
wind and rain
in their fibers,
that's where you
want to live
on the mountain,
the old monk said.
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WHAT'S LEFT
What's left
at the end
is endless,
the old monk says.
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THE POWER
The power
which powers
over us
sometimes
over-
powers us,
the old monk
said, and we
are lifted.
~
