Poem -

Two Monks

Two monks walked
a muddy path
to a mountain stream
waiting there, in great despair 
a beautiful fairy queen.
 
Please help me sirs, 
she asked of them
help me across the stream
the waters high 
the currents strong
a nightmare of a dream.
 
The older monk 
just grabbed her up
and carried her on his arm
placed her down on the other side
unaware of any harm.
 
The younger monk
then scolded him
with angry furrowed brows
never touch a woman
reminding him of his vows
 
The older monk just smiled
as they rambled up the hill
I carried her for a moment
but you will carry her still.
 
Compassion: The prime directive.
 
 

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