A Monk With No God
And so –
A Buddhist Monk Said:
Life's, indeed, valueless
Jot each day with a plus
I think, I save my soul
With my athletic goal
Why should any God block
My race as though ad hoc
I run like a cool stream
Should I have a fixed dream?
I am flux. I move on.
Each day is my own dawn.
My flame turns into storms
Don't I have, yet, my norms?
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