Friday, June 17, 2022
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (228)
THE WIND IS
The wind is writing
the grasses' stories,
the old monk said.
The river writes
the cottonwoods'.
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THE OLD MONK SAID
The old monk said:
Take one, any one.
They're all the same
except the ones
standing on their heads.
They're strange.
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YOU START
You start a little late,
you'll get there faster,
the old monk said.
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