Saturday, March 25, 2023
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (439)
RAIN FILLS
Rain fills the shadows
and the mountain goes quiet.
The old monk puts
out his candle.
Silence.
~
AS WITH EVERYTHING
As with everything
you push it
til it pushes back,
the old monk said.
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SOMETIMES I UNDERSTAND
Sometimes I understand
what I'm saying
the same time you do,
the old monk told his students.
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