Once upon a time, there were two monks on a walk.
One was senior; one junior. On the riverbank
Stood a young lady stressed about how she would cross
Such an unfriendly aquatic force with no loss
Of life. She could not swim, to be perfectly frank.
All she could do is watch the damned think like a hawk.
Now, the monk who was junior just walk right on past
The poor woman. He then swam to the other side.
But the senior monk carried her as he waded
The full width of the vastness. This messed with the head
Of the monk who was junior. Though hard as he tried,
What he’d witnessed the elder do left him aghast.
“How could you carry her like that?” Asked the young one.
“We cannot touch women. It is against our ways.”
The response of the senior monk was surprising.
“I stopped carrying her way back. I’m wondering
Why you still carry her and why your being stays
In the past unaffected by all that is done?”
The old one broke a rule for someone in great need
Then let go of its breaking as urgency passed.
If I hang on to something that causes me pain
I cannot but relive it. I’ve nothing to gain.
Vicious cycles of suffering can only last
As long as I allow them my life to impede.