Monday, January 23, 2023
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (389)
THE GRASS
The grass bends
as if it loves
knowing the wind,
the old monk said.
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THE SILENCE
The silence I practice
is practice for
the great silence,
the old monk says.
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HOW MANY TIMES
How many times
do two words go
bump-bump
before it means
something,
the old monk asked.
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