Tuesday, August 16, 2022
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (283)
THERE IS NOTHING
There is nothing
I want to do
more than nothing,
the old monk said.
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WHAT KIND
What kind of
emptiness
did you think
you'd find?
This is
the mountain,
the old monk said.
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THAT BIT
That bit,
just beyond
the edge of
everything --
what is it,
the old monk asked.
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