Monday, July 24, 2023
THREE OLD MONK POEMS (531)
FLOW AND OIL
Flow and oil
don't rhyme,
but they could,
the old monk
told the poet.
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WHEN THINGS
When things rhyme
it's like a bell sounding,
the old monk said.
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FIND THE PLACE
Find the place
on the mountain
where you are
best. It's not
the same for
two of us,
the old monk said.
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