Thursday, August 04, 2022
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (272)
THERE IS NO TIME
There is no time
as you drum your
way to the sky.
Only the dead
speak for the dead,
the old monk says.
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THEY CALL ME
They call me
the Man Who Flies
but I am instead
the One Who Prays,
the old monk said.
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GOOD AND EVIL
Good and evil
are designations
like that of a river,
upstream and down,
the old monk said.
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