Monday, September 12, 2022
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (308)
SHIMMER
Shimmer of sun
on the silver
side of leaves
in the breeze --
storm coming,
the old monk said.
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IF YOU GO
If you go slow
you can see how fast
everything else is,
the old monk said.
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IF YOU CAN
If you can find my hut
I'll offer you supper,
if the mountain allows it,
the old monk promised.
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