The tale of the 3 monks
Yesterday,
I met 3 monks at a bus stop
and gave them a ride
to their destination
In return they asked
what they should pay
I only wanted an answer
to the following question :
'What does a man, troubled by desire need to do
to become sane again?'
The monks returned to silence,
only saying their goodbyes
at the end of the ride
Later that day
I found a little note in my car,
titled 'This is how a troubled mind can be mend'
It said :
'Do not confuse desire with expectations.
They are not equal.
Desire is a simple emotion.
Hope or expectations are not.
Never become a complex person.
To those in your heart always remain a simple man'
I met 3 monks at a bus stop
and gave them a ride
to their destination
In return they asked
what they should pay
I only wanted an answer
to the following question :
'What does a man, troubled by desire need to do
to become sane again?'
The monks returned to silence,
only saying their goodbyes
at the end of the ride
Later that day
I found a little note in my car,
titled 'This is how a troubled mind can be mend'
It said :
'Do not confuse desire with expectations.
They are not equal.
Desire is a simple emotion.
Hope or expectations are not.
Never become a complex person.
To those in your heart always remain a simple man'
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Mr. Plokky: | Donderdag, augustus 25, 2016 20:41 |
| Nice! | |
| verdrietige schildpad: | Donderdag, augustus 25, 2016 19:46 |
| heel mooi! | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: ana (stacia) | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 augustus 2016 | ||
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