I agreed in my youth
to spend
my time
in a monastery
speaking only once
each ten years
Ten years, and my Master
summoned me
and I said: "My bed is hard"
I had spoken
and I was back on my next ten
at the end of which I intoned:
"The food here is horrid"
I was on my next cycle
of ten years
and at the end of the third decade
I declared: "I quit!"
And my revered Master proclaimed:
*"Go, you loser.
All you have done is to whinge."*
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 8:32 AM UTC
I agreed in my youth
to spend
my time
in a monastery
speaking only once
each ten years
Ten years, and my Master
summoned me
and I said: "My bed is hard"
I had spoken
and I was back on my next ten
at the end of which I intoned:
"The food here is horrid"
I was on my next cycle
of ten years
and at the end of the third decade
I declared: "I quit!"
And my revered Master proclaimed:
*"Go, you loser.
All you have done is to whinge."*
...poem based on a Buddhist (Zen) joke online...partly true, and completely false...
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