Thursday, August 18, 2022
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (285)
SOME ARE SLEEPING
Some are sleeping
and some are
watching their business.
That's the way
cats are,
the old monk said.
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THE WEARY ANGELS
The weary angels,
let them rest with you
in silence,
the old monk says.
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SOMETIMES EMPTINESS
Sometimes emptiness
is the bucket we carry
and sometimes it's what
we carry the bucket to,
the old monk said.
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