A man may own
may volumes of great knowledge
and never have time to read.
An illiterate may take such books
and fashion a stool
on which to sit in meditation.
Which of these is truly wise
which the greatest fool.
Wipe your mouth
with this page
at the conclusion
of the meal.
I seem to find myself in the former category.
To quote a monk who’s name escapes me:
“Last year I was just a foolish monk. This year…no change.”