Sunday, January 29, 2023
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (394)
IT'S FRICTION
It's friction
which helps us
go
and lets us
stop,
the old monk said.
Friction.
It's not a
bad thing.
~
THAT WHICH FLIES
That which flies,
let it fly.
The stones can't
hold the wind,
the old monk said.
~
THE EARTH
The earth
already knows
its end
among the stars,
the old monk said.
No surprise.
~
