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Saturday, November 03, 2007

Small Monk Haikus (poems) 

Small Monk Haikus

I am a small monk
bowing before
a large being.
And yet, something
streams through. . . .

The mountain stream
tumbles over
the gleaming rocks.
Who has made
such brightness? . . .

Brightness is the key.
Who holds brightness
in his hand
finds the treasure. . . .

The treasure is not
where you might believe.
The treasure is under
your feet,
just where you are now. . . .

Now is the time
to think about all things
Time does not last.
Thoughts perish.
Only longing
survives. . . .

Dorothy Walters
November 3, 2007

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