Sunday, March 07, 2021
TEN OLD MONK POEMS (5)
DON'T MAKE IT
Don't make it
a job,
the old monk said.
Be like
the grasses.
Be.
~
HOW DID THE TREES
How did the trees
ever climb up
this mountain,
the old monk
wondered, weary
and resting.
~
DON'T STOP
Don't stop,
the old monk said,
before the stopping
starts.
I've said this
before, yes?
Let me add:
don't start
before the stopping
stops.
~
TO FEEL GOOD
To feel good is okay,
the old monk said.
To feel fine is better.
There's a reason
I live in the mountains.
~
DON'T PUSH IT
Don't push it.
Don't push,
the old monk said.
Let it
come by itself.
~
WHO BLESSES
Who blesses
who blesses
us, the old
monk wondered.
~
COUNT THEM ON YOUR FINGERS
Count them on your fingers,
the old monk told the poets.
If you need your toes,
your line's too long.
~
SHE WOULD SAY
She would say
this is nonsense,
the old monk said.
That's how you know
she is right.
~
DOES THIS OCCUR
Does this occur once
or should I write it down,
the old monk asked
the master.
~
THE OLD MONK SAID
The old monk said,
finally, I am
that guy who scares me.
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