Sunday, September 26, 2021
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (16)
ALL NIGHT
All night
the stars talking,
the old monk says,
even when
there's wind in
the pines.
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HOW LONG
How long to wait
depends,
the old monk said,
when waiting for
the mountain to move.
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I SIT
I sit on a boulder
and think of the moon,
the old monk says.
The moon comes
over the mountain
and thinks of me.
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