The Three Monks and the Owl

Three monks

Sat besides the sea

And questioned the vagaries

Of the ordinary life, outside their monastery.

Wine and women

Music and mammon

Compulsions and filth

Politics and irk.

As they spoke

Of one theme to another

A wild, white owl passed them by

To take shelter beneath the tree nearby.

The monks welcomed the sight

With absolute fascination

And laughed at its flight

Of blinded proportions

Never to realize the deeper connotation.

They kept looking at the owl

In complete awe

But none of them saw

The common blindness that

Diseased all four of them, and how!

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~ by rb on November 16, 2008.

3 Responses to “The Three Monks and the Owl”

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