Mendicant Monk
MENDICANT MONK
As a mendicant monk
my empty begging bowl
glistens in the moonlight,
yet this is the path
I surrender to in life.
Another night of chanting
with a growling stomach
caving in empty, empty
belly, empty mind. I sit
in the void of reality.
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