Sunday, March 20, 2022
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (162)
AT THE RATE
At the rate the universe
is flying apart, pretty soon
you won't see anything,
the old monk said.
Relatively speaking.
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YOU NEVER KNOW
You never know
what kind of help
you get when you
try to go up
the mountain,
the old monk said.
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IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT
If you think about it
more than once,
you're still not sure,
the old monk says.
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