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
pertinent.
Time does not last.
Thoughts perish.
Only longing
survives. . . .
Dorothy Walters
November 3, 2007
