Letter to a Wild Monk Other than the birds,Who watches over you?Lordly peaks, your neighbors.White head held pillowed on a stone.Grey robe ragged, but not soiledChestnuts pile up on your path.Monkeys circle where you sit.If you ever set up another Zendo,I swear I’ll be the one who sweeps the floors.
Letter to a Wild Monk
Other than the birds,Who watches over you?Lordly peaks, your neighbors.White head held pillowed on a stone.Grey robe ragged, but not soiledChestnuts pile up on your path.Monkeys circle where you sit.If you ever set up another Zendo,I swear I’ll be the one who sweeps the floors.
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